44 years between shows
The rest of the acts were all equally amazing.
There was the acrobat that dangled above the hard floor without a net…
…and then reappeared later to hang off her partner’s neck.
Me: Man, my back hurts just watching that.
Him: (laughs)
Oh, speaking of backs, on the walk there, we were all getting drenched, but it was also destroying my back sitting there for a solid hour.
Me: (to the usher) Hey man, I’ve got a crap back. Can I do some squats in the hallway?
Him: (laughing) Sure. Sorry to hear about your back.
Me: (nodding and starting to do some squats) Yeah, I’m sorry to say it. Getting older stinks but is still better than the alternative.
There was only one animal act (dogs) versus what I remember as kids, but otherwise, it was still a lot of what I remember as a kid.
There were jugglers…
…tightrope walkers…
…aerialists…
…and clowns.
The boys were dying laughing with the clowns.
Walking home was absolutely brutal because the rain plus sitting for two hours destroyed my back.
But it was all worth it because the kids were so jazzed about seeing the circus for the first time.
Me: What did you think?
Him: I loved it! Can we go again?
Me: Sure, maybe next year?
Him: A whole year!?!
Me: Hey, I waited 44 years between shows.
Him: 44…?! Wow…you’re so old.
Location: about to head out to Japanese BBQ with the Firecracker’s family
Mood: beat tired
Music: sometimes the truth is harder than the pain (Spotify)
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