Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I nearly imploded from the impending excitement of attending Kooza, the Cirque Du Soleil show that arrived in town last month and didn't really get my shit together again until I fell asleep on Ben watching Rogue Nation in our theater last night.
(The movie was boring. Wasn't it? I didn't really find it interesting enough to stay awake.)
But Kooza.
Well, Oh My God.
I watched it with tears in my ears. I saw things I've done. Things I couldn't do. Things I wished I could still do. Things that made me laugh, made me cry. It was positively full of heart. I loved the historical costumes and I loved the skeletons too. I actually considered re-applying to work for them.
I bought a lot of souvenirs. Christmas ornaments, t-shirts. I bought six-dollar water.
Things have changed when you can charge six dollars for water and people buy it without blinking but it's also Vancouver.
Heh.
I think my favorite big part was the two athletes on the wheels. And my favorite small part was when, both during the pre-show and the actual show, they would bring an audience member onstage for a moment and when they escorted them off one of the clowns would reach into his pocket and throw a handful of confetti into the air at their back.
I don't know why but that always seems touching to me.
I might have spent some time again wondering why it all turned out so differently for me, but eventually everyone leaves the road and moves on. It isn't an easy life, all told, though it's more magical than most.
Lochlan's eyes watered the whole time too. When we got home he went to our room and didn't come out again. I know he feels it. It hurts because it's so beautiful and because we can't go back again. I mean, we could but it wouldn't be the same.
