Saturday night was a circus show.
A scaled-down, one-night only showcase for the circus school I go to. Previous showcases (before the school's implosion in early 2011) were full weekend events, with 4 shows, and tickets costing $20. This was a free show.
None of this diminishes my joy in *finally* having gotten to perform a trapeze act.
It was tremendous fun to be part of a show, with silly transition acts and group dance numbers (that was pretty ridiculous).
I want to do it all again. Now!
As exhausting (physically, mentally) and time-consuming as the training and rehearsals were, I still want to do it all again.
Damn addictive trapeze.
I've got drafts of posts written. About road-tripping with El Bandito, about watching sunrises over salt flats. About running, and about discovering I had mild pneumonia three weeks before the show.
But I was simply too busy in March, once I recovered from aforementioned pneumonia, to finish any of those thoughts. This was worth it.