Corteo

Tuesday night, The BF treated me to another trip to the circus, this time seeing Corteo, another installment of the Cirque du Soleil family, at the United Center in Chicago. Once again, great seats. When we saw the last two shows, we sat near the front, which was perfect for them because of all the intimate acts and the nature of the shows (this would be Ka and Le Reve in Vegas). But this time, The BF chose seats near the back which proved a very smart idea. This show is much more grand with long parades and large props. Sitting too close would have muffled the vision.

He's just really smart.

And what these acrobats do with their bodies makes me ashamed of myself. I bitch about my knees aching when I get up from a chair, and I saw a man spinning a woman around with his teeth, a group of beefy Russian men tossing women around like they were rag dolls, and a woman who was 3 feet tall backwardly molding her body into the letter "C". And with usual Cirque style, it is all accompanied with accordian-playing clowns and lute-strumming lasses.

The premise, I think, is about a clown who sees his own death, and takes the time to look back on his life, seeing old friends and dancing with past loves, before he journies off into the bright light. In retrospect, it was emotional. And I thought of my own journies through life. Last July, I wrote:

"Having lived in DC for the last 10 years, I have found my life to be stagnate and lacking much interest. I was asked recently what my hobbies are, and I didn’t have an answer. So it's time to invigorate myself. And my gut tells me that Chicago is the place to do it."

It has not been a year yet, and so far I have been to 12 theatrical performances, traveled outside the country, and visited Vegas for the first time. And The BF has been the catalyst that has made all that happen. Every day that I am here is another day that I realize that moving here was the absolute right decision. Life is great. Life is magical.

Like a circus.