If you follow me on Twitter, you know that a bunch of the Mile High Mamas were invited to the premiere night of the new Cirque du Soleil show last week. Bryan and I have been to several Cirque shows, and I have to say Kooza was my favorite yet. And not just because us Mamas were invited back yesterday evening to get a little idea of what happens behind the curtain.
Kooza is back to basics. A lovely, simple story with great acts.
Seriously, if you have never been to a Cirque show, think about it. I know they are expensive, but as I said to the Kooza folks, it’s like the Olympics of circuses. The most amazing acts, really great music, and my personal favorite: costumes you would just DIE to wear on Halloween.
I have to say, I am glad we didn’t take Declan to the show – it’s a bit risque at time (oh, those crazy French-Canadians!) and the stunts made me want to cough up a lung in fear sometimes (High Wire and Wheel of Death dudes – I AM TALKING YOU YOU!!!).
And I also have to say, I am also glad I didn’t take Declan to the behind the scenes action, because Cirque was not prepared for all our kids – we Mile High Mamas are good at making babies – which lead to an awkward deer in headlights moment when we showed up en masse. So there was some frantic scrounging for sugar and clown noses – because, hello, that’s what you do when 20 kids arrive unexpectedly.
With the kids happily settled, we Mile High Mamas got to chat with Kooza moms who are married to performers in the show. Two of whom are married to the High Wire dudes I mentioned above, so I was sure to let them know how much their men FREAKED MY SHIT RIGHT OUT.* They were impressed with my low tolerance for excitement AND my foul language.
We also met Sophie’s mom. I know she has a name and is a really nice person and Sophie’s dad does music blah blah blah something in the show, but frankly, I didn’t get past that CUTE CUTE CUTITY BABY.
We had to abbreviate the full tour that was planned because of all those damn Mile High Kids, but we did get to see the area where they store and work on costumes between shows. Which is all I wanted to see anyway, because as I mentioned above, I am enthralled with Cirque costumes. I told Robin, who is married to one of the main clowns of Kooza, that I couldn’t help looking at her husband’s ass* during the show and noticing the gorgeous curly q embroidery, the details that Cirque puts into the little things – even something like a clown’s ass.
*I didn’t really say “shit” to these ladies I just met. I save that for strangers on the internet.
*I did actually tell the clowns wife that I looked at his ass. But I used the word “butt.” Because, duh. I hardly know her.