While I'm not convinced that I need to go more than once a year, I think a yearly pilgrimage to the Cirque du Soleil (still the only "circus" I've ever been to) is becoming quite necessary. Oh the magic, the physical virtuosity, the cheap thrills and genuine chills! The stunning feats of physicality and theatrical surprise make me chortle and clap like a little girl. Perhaps I could do without some of the just plain strange (read: European sensibilities at work!!!) costuming and song choices, and oftentimes, the somewhat extraneous background performers (who are usually just spinning, or running around, or waving body parts about aimlessly).
So far, I've visited the worlds of Varekai (psychedelic, hopped-up bugs) and Quidam (crazy, angry, and adorable Madeline with her fine, feathered friends). Probably skipping the D.C. tour of Corteo. Would really, really like to get out to Vegas to see "O," or one of the other, bigger, permanent shows.
Real shows come to Cincinnati!!! Who knew? (I'm such a coastal snob!!!)
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