Cirque du Soleil

[juldea]

Last Saturday night, I went to Cirque du Soleil thanks to the awesome generosity of jargo, who gave me his two free tickets from work. I went with shadowravyn because she is awesome and here for me a lot.

I love the circus. Cirque is the fanciest circus production I've ever been to, and I found that the skill of most of the acts didn't necessarily make up the extra cost I (would've) paid to see it over any other more local circus act, so now I know! That said, it was still AWESOME and the music was great and there was glitz and flashing lights and times I clung to shadowravyn because what we were seeing was SO NEAT.

The Wheel of Death (warning: video has horrible audio, and isn't actually of Cirque - and Cirque only had two wheels) was definitely the coolest part, and the one I want to play on! But then I have a Thing for flying/weightlessness. I also want to try the Teeterboard, assuming soft landing spaces.

At one point a cannon full of balloons and confetti was shot into the audience, and shadowravyn snagged a balloon who then became Mr. Bulbous-Head and hit on me inappropriately for the rest of the night. It's a good thing I wasn't wearing a skirt, or I'm sure he would've tried to cop a feel. Tsk, tsk. Hope you've given him a stern talking-to, shadowravyn.

The only sucky part about the whole evening was that some combination of possibly something I ate or drank, or the lights of the circus, or just the fate of some powerful being gave me a horrendous headache (possibly migraine?) that started partway through the show and was so bad by the end of the night that when shadowravyn was driving around looking for a place for us to eat afterwards, I began to feel so nauseated I had to cut short the evening and go home... where I threw up. :( And then went to bed. So the evening had a sucky tinge on it afterwards. Blah.

But looking back I will remember the neat parts and not the migraine-induced vomiting. Yay.

Comments

[shadowravyn.livejournal.com]

Tons of super-fun. Thanks again, love.

Though the GPS did suck at getting me home. Stupid machine.

And Mr. Bulbous-Head feels incredibly guilty for harassing you in that fashion. He says that the only way he'll forgive himself is if you come over and spank him. Hard. He won't like it, but corporal punishment is the only way he'll learn.

Well...that's what he says, anyway

[juldea.livejournal.com]

Doh! Stupid GPS machine indeed. It's not THAT difficult to get someone to the Pike! I hope you yelled at it.

Mr. Bulbous-Head thinks he could take what I could dish out... faugh! I'd pop him in a second.