Family date night (+ Michael) brought us to see the newest Cirque du Soleil show, Kooza... being shown under the big striped top, smack dab in the middle of downtown St. Paul. This is my fourth show by Cirque and each time I walk away amazed and baffled at the way they perform some of the stunts. As we settled got our of our seats at the end of the show, I listened to the conversations around me, some of them humorous. I've realized that "shit" is the tofu of cursing, and can be molded to whichever condition the speaker desires. Hot as shit. Crazy as shit. I myself was confounded as shit, for how had I so misjudged that word?
Many "shits" were muttered under the breath of those of us who are unable to wrap ourselves into pretzels and meander across a rope hanging 40 feet in the air. A large amount of the acts are from far away countries and probably can't even speak our language, but... don't let that stop you from being abso-freaking-lutely amazed at the performance Cirque du Soleil puts on every single time they swing into town.
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