Tonight I sat in a circus tent and watched wee little French men fling themselves about in dangerous ways. In other words I went to see Kooza, a Cirque du Soleil show. It was awesome and I highly recommend you check it out if you are in the area. So amazing in fact that when a dude looked like he was going to fall I screamed like a teenager and accidentally grabbed Ava's boob as I panicked. I totally got to second base in a circus tent. Score: 1 for me, 0 for today.
The main thing I took away from the show was: how does one discover that they can do these things? I mean, if you are short and french does the government knock on your door, hand you some spandex and say 'get to stretchin', you've got a destiny!'? I mean I'm bendier than most but I've never thought to myself that I should balance on my head while doing a backbend and then gently rest my feet on my forehead. Apparently in France, that's the norm though and even though I've been to Paris multiple times I imagine that the streets are full of hyper flexible people wearing outfits with codpieces, just like the Cirque team.
My brain is a magical place.