I want to run away with the circus. Or the cirque. Whichever.

SJ:
Kristen rocks for lots of reasons, but in particular, really it was the tickets she scored for the opening night of the Cirque du Soleil in Hartford -- last night that made her rock yesterday. Not only was the show fantastique (read that with a French accent, because I'm not sure if that's a real word but everything sounds French when add the accent and "eek" at the end of it), but also because it was Connecticut celebrity night.

All around us there were major media and political figures enjoying the show. Our governor, M. Jodi, was there in the row behind us. Personalities from 96 abounded to the left, right and right in front of us (someone probably should have told D. S. that he had forgotten to take the tag off of his shirt....).

But despite all of the glittering local stars, I could barely take my eyes off of the stage. But such fun. Such glittering, twittering, dazzling, thrilling fun. I can't even think of my favorite part... the trapeze artists who I could barely watch for fear they would fall, the human jugglers who rocked out with devil horns at the end of their performance -- if they could talk, they'd be saying "YEAH! Rock on man!", the flittering floating flying from the net guy (neat party trick indeed), or the guy who juggled with his mouth.

We came to the conclusion that a) the contortionist was clearly the most popular girl in the circus and b) you must be under 5'6 and 86 pounds to be in the circus, unless you want to be a clown.

So that leaves me with clown. Which is just as well because I don't think my body would let me bring my ankles over my head to touch my nose while twirling like a top.

Unless of course I learn to play the accordian, which French music has fully embraced. My take? There's simply not enough squeezable instruments in today's pop culture.