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ladyspriteIn among the many events of my past busy weekend of busy-ness was a trip to see Cirque du Soleil. To be specific, this was my first trip to see them.
In the past, I'll admit that I've avoided Cirque. The few bits and pieces of their performances that I'd caught during PBS pledge drives had looked like overly-stylized, slow-paced acrobatics and pretentious sad clowns. (I despise sad clowns. They just... irk me, for some reason I can't quite describe.) Between that and the fact that so many of my friends seemed just *TOO* enthusiastic about them, I just did my best to stay the heck away. To borrow a turn of phrase from a friend, they'd been browncoated for me.
But last week I got an email from a good friend asking me if I'd care to join her and see them, since she had a spare ticket. And mostly because I wanted to spend an evening with the friend, and partly because she's a fellow dancer and if she thought they were worth watching I trusted her opinion, I decided to go.
I am hooked. Hooked, lined, sinkered, and as many other words as you can think of to describe being well and truly in love with this performance. From the moment the first performer stepped out onto the stage, through the inhumanly expressive body language of the Lead Player and the creepy, unnatural contortionists and the incredibly crass (and not sad) clowns until the last light went out, they stole my heart. I have not been this.... delighted by something in a long, long time.
Days later, now, I'm still smiling when I think about it. So I owe a giant thank-you to my friend, without whom I never would have had this chance to fall in love, and an apology to Cirque du Soleil and all its fans for not giving it a chance sooner. And, likely, an apology to my bank account, since I foresee many ticket purchases in my future....
In the past, I'll admit that I've avoided Cirque. The few bits and pieces of their performances that I'd caught during PBS pledge drives had looked like overly-stylized, slow-paced acrobatics and pretentious sad clowns. (I despise sad clowns. They just... irk me, for some reason I can't quite describe.) Between that and the fact that so many of my friends seemed just *TOO* enthusiastic about them, I just did my best to stay the heck away. To borrow a turn of phrase from a friend, they'd been browncoated for me.
But last week I got an email from a good friend asking me if I'd care to join her and see them, since she had a spare ticket. And mostly because I wanted to spend an evening with the friend, and partly because she's a fellow dancer and if she thought they were worth watching I trusted her opinion, I decided to go.
I am hooked. Hooked, lined, sinkered, and as many other words as you can think of to describe being well and truly in love with this performance. From the moment the first performer stepped out onto the stage, through the inhumanly expressive body language of the Lead Player and the creepy, unnatural contortionists and the incredibly crass (and not sad) clowns until the last light went out, they stole my heart. I have not been this.... delighted by something in a long, long time.
Days later, now, I'm still smiling when I think about it. So I owe a giant thank-you to my friend, without whom I never would have had this chance to fall in love, and an apology to Cirque du Soleil and all its fans for not giving it a chance sooner. And, likely, an apology to my bank account, since I foresee many ticket purchases in my future....
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Date: 2008-09-29 09:57 pm (UTC)(Of course, having already done so, I would say something like that, wouldn't I?)
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:08 pm (UTC)i do prefer to go in HArtford, it is earlier in the year then boston and on average 50 bucks cheaper (second row seats, $80 vs $130)
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Date: 2008-09-29 10:10 pm (UTC)I plan to go and enjoy my extravagant tickets. It's not likely something I'd have bought twice anyway, so we shot the moon.