Dear Cirque du Soleil,
I feel an overwhelming need to write this letter to you. I will admit that I've had a bad attitude about you without really any just reason to hold one. All these years and I assumed you were some sort of travelling freak show that didn't deserve the light of day.
Well today the kids and I came to the Grande Chapiteau with our tickets in hand. They were more excited than I was. I'll admit it. I pumped up your show to them all the while expecting it to suck butt. You see....I have a thing against contortionists and I really don't like circuses anyway. After seeing your show I have determined that you are indeed part freak show....I mean seriously....the human body isn't meant to do that. Yuck!! But at the same time you are also mesmerizing. My AD/HD children with ants in their pants, Tourette Syndrome, anxiety, and a touch of Autism on the side sat open mouthed eyes glued for the entire performance. Camryn wildly shrieking "This is inconceivable"....which I assume means she's been watching The Princess Bride at her dad's house again.
I am sorry for ever doubting you and talking smack about you all these years. I hope you can find it within your heart to forgive me. We will see you next show.
Colleen
P.S. Kill the porta-potties next time. Not cool dude!!
Glad you all enjoyed the show, Colleen. But porta-potties? Come on! At those ticket prices I'm expecting self-flushing toilets and the thick and cushy toilet paper! :-)
ReplyDeleteAgreed Risa. They should even have bathroom attendants. He he.
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