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30 December 2008 @ 07:28 pm
Cirque du Soleil  
For my birthday, Laurie took me to see the Cirque du Soleil in NYC. It's funny that we aren't city people at all-- after finding each other amongst the throngs of people vomit, taking a quick spin of Rockefeller, and then getting our sketches done [I ended up looking like Cher], we collapsed at Barnes and Noble and spent the rest of the afternoon reading. We braved the congested streets to journey to WaMu Theater at Madison Square Garden to indulge in Wintuk, cotton candy, and funny hats. We were impressed by the contortionist rag doll, the tightrope walker, and the air ballerinas. The actual story was about Jamie, a young boy, who goes on a journey to a magical land to find snow for long, cold winter nights. Someone wrote a summary that I really liked: 

"It's winter after all."

Wintuk is a simple story that combines elegant circus acts and elaborate fairy tale stories. Delivered with childhood innocence, the role of Jamie becomes the theme of the show. The tale of Jamie and his desire to see snow allows the audience to go on a journey that evokes both enthusiasm and excitement.

The flashing lights and dancing dogs gave Cirque du Soleil's Wintuk personality. There was a sense of happiness shown on the faces of the artists on stage. At this show, talent is put on display by people, animals and even streetlights.

The set was nothing less than extravagant. The colors changed from passion-packed purples, and berry-blues to crashing cranberry reds and intense indigos. The wide variety of artists range from a flipping pickpocket who steals wallets and purses to a bouncing bicyclist, down to a jiggling juggler. Exuding tremendous upper body strength, the acrobatic balancers became weeble-wobbling city workers. City workers with this strength and style only do one thing to the crowd: mesmerize them!
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Afterwards, we stumbled into the chilly night to race for trains. We hopped onto the wrong train [typical]. While waiting for the right train, we tangoed in the empty train station, our hair filled with smoke and our tired eyes beaming at each other. We decided that each time we go into the city, we would get a sketch and form a collection to grace our future basement.