My test? We won't speak of it.
My pictures don't begin to do it justice. They are blurry. The circus was clear as crystal. They are dark. The circus was as bright as heaven.
I
love
the circus
I wore, what I now call, my circus pants. They're the color block shorts from Ralph Lauren Rugby. They're probably my favorite pair of shorts, but I can't wear them too often because....well...look at them.
There were tight rope walkers with cumber-buns, jump roping poodles, a crew of acrobats costumed in miniature sequined vests, an upside down-walking man dressed in skin tight fire (a one-sie with flames), sisters who hung from their hair, and a ring master who I'm quite convinced was on some sort of stimulative drug...just to name a few acts.
After my visit to the circus, I better understand who is keeping Ed Hardy in business.
Go to the circus. See the movie "Water for Elephants".....and for the love of all that is good, somebody PLEASE buy me an elephant and a new camera!
Nothin but love,
Bethany
I didn't get to go this time around, but I saw Cirque du Soleil in Dallas, and I LOVED it!
ReplyDeleteAnd I loved Water for Elephants! The book was excellent as well.
Annnnnd we should join the circus.