This is the thrilling conclusion to this post, in which I explain how my very favorite husband bought me Cirque du Soleil tickets for my birthday and how excited I am to see the show.
IT. WAS. SO. GOOD.
(The show, not the blog post.)
It was a sold-out house, making parking and traffic pretty crazy, but we left early enough for Miami that we had plenty of time before the show started to grab a bite at a super-shady Wendy's and talk about how much we hate Miami.
Cirque du Soleil lived up to every expectation I had for it, which is saying something, because I've been building expectations for seven years now. I laughed and screamed and took blurry pictures and smiled like an idiot the whole time.
One of the few redeeming qualities of big cities is that awesome things come to them--like Cirque du Soleil.
We were literally five feet away from the stage, which actually turned out to be a disadvantage because a lot of the stunts were 30-50 feet in the air. My neck hurt at the end of the night, but I got a great perspective on how high up they really were!
I look drugged/recovering from a punch to the face in this picture (and maybe I was--aren't you curious now?), but Ricky looks like a kid at Christmas. This was during intermission, I think, when the house lights were still down and my flash was blinding everyone in a three-foot radius. (Maybe that's why I got punched in the face.)
Goal #2, complete!
In case you've never seen any Cirque du Soleil shows or clips (unfortunate soul), here's one from my favorite stunt of the night. It's pretty long, and the camera angle doesn't give you the full terrifying "they don't have a safety net" feeling, but jump to 7:00 and you'll see the parts where I started freaking out.
Those people are crazy and fearless! Glad you finally got to see Cirqu du Soleil!
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