Don't you forget about me.
I got in trouble with a co-worker today for sending out a picture (in the service of Madden football trash-talk) in where I photoshoped a horse (broncos) mounting said co-worker in the standard "rear entry" position.
What's in your head, in your head zombie?
this weekend had some good and some "meh". It's crunch time again at work, so I had to spend most of Saturday and part of Sunday with my nose to the grindstone. Of course it's never really that bad. I don't mind workin hard every now and then :)
On Sunday I wanted to surprise H-bomb with a special treat, just for fun, but also to thank her for taking care of me after my knee surgery. So I took her to see the Cirque De Soleil
show "Verakai" in San Diego. I had seen the CDS a long time ago and barely remembered it, but had a decent idea of what to expect.
I was still very impressed. First off: It's definitely very French. Despite being a fun "circus atmosphere" there's plenty of pretentious to go 'round. Stage props, and costumes are all blanketed in that pastel color scheme of pinks and purples that frankophiles seem to revere.
There's also enough homoerotic imagery to make the volleyball scene from Top Gun stand up and take notice.
Most important though is that it's all genuinely striking. The well-sculpted performers writhe and pose and look great doing it. Each sequence is well choreographed and all the sets and costumes are (above all else) beautiful to look at.
There is some sort of loose semblance of a story, but it hardly matters. CDS is pure visual gourmet.
The uncomfortable parts come when one extremely impressive display of acrobatics is followed by something...well...not so impressive. You might get absolutely floored by someone juggling another human being and bestow upon them thunderous applause. Then the Cossack dancer guys come out and they just sorta spin around in circles. They're clearly working very hard and probably doing something that's well beyond my abilities, but when they stop spinning and thrust their arms out towards the audience (letting you know they are now ready for your gratitude) I can't help but feel like I owe them something even though I wasn't all that impressed.
It reminds me of the guilt you feel when the ugly stripper comes up on the stage and you sheepishly put your dollar bill back in your pocket.
Twirling Cossacks aside, it was a very awe inspireing evening. I had a great time, and most importantly H-bomb really enjoyed it. I think she had a special appreciation for a lot of it, given her gymnastics training. At one point she said something like, "A standing double-back is one thing...but to do it while your balancing on another guys feet! wow..."
"wow indeed" I replied.
After the show I took H-bomb to dinner at Brockton Villa in La Jolla. It came highly recommended from Sara Martin so we were excited to try it. It's got a great view of the cove and the food was tasty to boot. Nice Job Smartin!
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