Cirque du Soleil, Wa-hey!

So, G. often talks about opportunity and especially making the most of the opportunities we have while we are in Europe. For him one of those things is skiing, for me, it's the Cirque du Soleil. Yes, the tickets are expensive, but this may well be our last year here, and I thought it would be well worth it.

Well, I was doing the hard sell, and G. kept resisting. So, when he came back from the post office with a present for me I was completely surprised to open it and find 2 tickets to the Cirque du Soleil. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.

Jordan very sweetly declined this opportunity so that we could spend the extra money on getting good seats. 4th row from the front, bang in the middle, and on her birthday too. Awww.

The tent was quite a bit smaller than what we had in NZ, so I think any one of those seats would have been good ones. No pics allowed of course, but we were all so engrossed, I'm glad. It would have detracted from the atmosphere.

By the time we got there, I was almost worn out with excitement. G. was worried during some of the acts that I would pass out from all my gasping, and maybe even distract the performers cause I was so loud. I don't remember gasping, but I do remember being very tense during some of the heart stopping moves, when I wasn't being delighted and wanting to do that cos it looks a lot of fun.

Unfortunately there weren't any bungees, or chandeliers on a wire, for sale. I'm eyeing our disco ball but somehow, I don't think those 3 eensy weensy wires are going to hold my weight. Sigh.

In the words of Tinky Winky, "Again, again."