welcome to the big top

yesterday maria and i took the kids (with m's sister and niece) to circus chimera downtown. boy, was it bad! campy campy campy and a *little* oversexed for a kids show. nonetheless the kids LOVED it - relatively low key, small and up close. parker especially liked the guys riding "scooters" in the metal cage thingie. 'renzo liked all the spandex and glitter. i learned several things that i should pass on to you kind readers:

1) nothing is free at the circus. not the peanuts. not the coloring book promising "hours of fun for the kiddies." not the clown noses so you can "be part of the second act." nothing in the tent (or life) is free.

2) except, in this case, the mediocre popcorn. so really, anything that is free is free for a reason.

3) a show that starts with a sub-par ring master can only go downhill.

4) don't trust a middle-aged man in a shirt that reads "freakin' sweet." there is very little sweet about a jump-roping carnie plant with a black bag over his head.

5) no act that is set to the theme song of "titanic" deserves the audience's attention.

6) men who are stupid enough to ride dirt bikes inside of a metal cage should be locked in that aforementioned cage.

7) don't force the guys on dirt bikes, the juggler, the 65 year-old overweight guatemalan drummer, or his androgynous daughter (?) to dance in the ensemble parts if they don't want to. we can see from the nose bleed seats that they are humiliated. and we feel bad for them.

8) cheap and dirty costumes look ... well, cheap and dirty even from far away.

9) even the clown that looks like the most promising future husband and father to your children looks like a clown up close.

10) and apparently, doesn't like kids.