the circus kinda sucks. we took the boys last saturday and i was underwhelmed, to say the least. it was the 2nd time our oldest has been, but the 1st for our youngest, and more difficult, boy.
first off, cotton candy was $12. yes, $12. for the equivalent of three spoonfuls of sugar. oh, but it came with a souvenir hat. i'd estimate the hat was worth $3 and the cotton candy $2. still well below the sticker price. but hey, we're the suckers who bought it.
the show itself was not great either. waaaaay too much time with the fucking clowns. and not even good clowns like bello nock. the main clown was boring and there were way too many lulls where he was the only thing going. he did this bit where he went up into the crowd and was, well, clowning around. then some planted girl was talking on her cell phone in the aisle next to him. he took the phone and made her come down to the performance area for other fooling around. it took approximately four days to finish that segment.
the ringmaster looked a little and sounded a lot like david puddy. check it out here if you don't believe me. i thought he would have looked better with a man fur or an eight ball jacket.
i liked some of the animal stuff, but the maximum time that should be spent watching little white ponies run in a circle is 22 seconds, not the twelve minutes they gave us. and that's all the ponies did; run in circles. they didn't have a monkey on their back or fuck a mexican girl for drunk frat boys, they just went in circles.
now, i thought the motorcycle dudes in the "cage sphere of death" were awesome. they got seven of those guys in there, all going around at the same time. it was pretty cool.
of course, the attractions weren't able to hold the attention of our youngest boy. he decided he wanted to get up and dance in the aisle, which i was able to capture the end of here:
his favorite parts were (1) the escalators in the parking garage before and after the show, and (2) the leftover silver confetti from the previous show.
our older boy seemed to like most of it, but his favorite part, according to him, was "the pretty girls". there was a motorcyle on a tightwire, flipping acrobats, elephants doing headstands, and scary tigers, but the lasting impression he had was of pretty girls. i like that.
during the elephant portion, while the youngest boy was jacking around in the aisle, the older boy tells me, "they're showing some of their skin". i'm trying to watch the elephants and keep one eye on the little guy since he tends to run off from time to time, so i just sort of say, "yeah, the elephants have lots of wrinkly gray skin, don't they?" we keep watching and i finally look over at the older boy and he's not looking at the elephants at all; he's looking at the chicks that sort of ring the arena.
he's studying them, with the intensity of someone who's sizing up the enemy and trying to find the one flaw that will bring them down.
then he tells me, very matter-of-factly, "it's not their skin. they're wearing a suit that looks like skin". right on, little man. women like to tease with flesh colored hose.
so all that money spent on tickets, parking, cotton candy, a sword that lights up, some drinks, etc. and what they got out of it we could have achieved by going to a mall with an escalator and then hitting hooters.
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