I hate Cirque du Soleil. There, I said it.
I couldn't admit it for a long time. I thought something was wrong with me. Everyone else RAVES. And, while I would never say their gravity defying abilities aren't impressive, I'm always bored after 20 minutes.
I've tried to give it a shot. Three shots, actually. I've seen three shows in 13 years. The first was in 1998 in Vegas. It was Mystere.
My friends, collectively: Wasn't that amazing?
Me: Yeah ... but ... what was the story?
Friends, collectively, shrug: I don't know. I can't believe what they can do. Wasn't it amazing?
Me: Yeah ... but I don't get the baby at the end? What was that all about?
Friends, collectively: Who cares, Fern! They were flying through the air. Wasn't it amazing?
Me (this was the day and age before smart phones and answers to all things at your fingertips): Yeah ... amazing ... um, you know, I need to look at a brochure or a book or something about this show. I need to know what the story was. I have questions. I have to know more. Can we go to the gift shop?
Friends, collectively: No.
Then, a few years later, I saw O. Again, in Vegas.
Then, last year, I saw the Beatles show. Again, in Vegas.
And, that was the last straw.
Me, to my husband: Never again! That's it. I have to tell you something I just realized. I hate Cirque du Soleil! Yes, they're amazing and gravity defying and all that, blah blah. But, if there's no story, I'm bored after twenty minutes.
H: Me too. That was painful.
This past Friday, H and I went to see 'Superior Donuts' at the Royal George Theater. In Chicago. At a theater that can best be described as decidedly un-Vegas.
I didn't know what to expect but this was the post-show conversation.
Me: Now, I would see THAT 1,000 times ... No! 1,000,000 times before I'd see any Cirque du Soleil crap! That! That was a show!
H: At intermission, even though I liked it, I wondered how much longer the show was. But, that last half flew by.
Me: Exactly! The story! The story was unbelievable. I couldn't look away.
In fact, I can't stop thinking about the story. I want to know more. Though, this time, not because I feel confused or cheated but because I fell in love with this story.
My name is Jen Fernicola Ronay and I hate Cirque du Soleil.
Go see 'Superior Donuts.'
In the spirit of Roses, here's to ~
1/ the honor and privilege to see all forms of art
2/ and the freedom to never see something again if you don't want
3/ but, above all, compelling stories that mesmerize, make you think and make you want to know more.
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