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Be still my heart! What an evening. It was our first time seeing Cirque de Soleil and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
Contortionists, trapeze artists, stilt walkers, and more, so much more. I’ve never been to a circus. This was not the circus. This was like a high-fidelity play with Disney-esque stage design, Euro-Hollywood styling, and high wires/cages/stilts/hula hoops/unicycles/guts. So much guts.
We laughed, we oohed and aahed. We ate popcorn and salty(!) hot dogs. I loved the contortionists, the cage thing, and the guy who balanced on like 20 chairs.
It was so much to take in, in the best way. Just like Disneyland—or even a movie at the movie theatre—worth it for the looks of wonder, Cirque de Soleil delivered twenty-fold. Enraptured is a better description of how everybody felt for those three hours. We thought the boys would sleep on the way home, but sure enough, halfway across the Bay Bridge, they were still as excited as ever. We all slept in, reveling in the fantastic weeknight ‘trip to the city’ turned journey to another, more colorful and childlike dimension.
P.S. Where’s the podcast interviewing these fascinating performers?! I want to know every single one of their life stories.
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