Last weekend, Momo was able to snag tickets to the widely publicized horse and pony show put on by the frogs. . . I mean, folks. . . who organize Cirque Du Soleil. Being the dedicated blogger that I am, I *cough Four cough* realized that this would be great opportunity to offer Five readership an exclusive pictorial plunge into the closely guarded* sensation that is
(sorry, Courier is the most enigmatic font that Blogger offers.)
*Closely guarded refers to the 'No Pictures/Videos/Macaroni Portraits' policy that is strictly enforced at all performances of Cavalia. Subsequently, your exclusive look will be a composite of clip art, prehistoric-19th century oil paintings, and out-of-date circus posters.
|Act I started with the agonizingly graphic birth of a foal.|
For those of you wondering, witnessing horse birth is a bad item
for a bucket list. . .
. . . it's bad because it's gross.
The looks on the faces above are not ones of joy, but of abject horror.
|Horse and large ball|
|Remarkable trapeze/horse action!|
|Many horses galloping!!!|
APPLAUSE!!! Applause! APPLAUSE!!!!
A note to those who have seen Cavalia: I realize that my pictures may not have done it justice (pfffft, thanks a lot, Google *derisive snort*). I will point out that the photos are only meant to serve as a springboard for your imagination. . . Cavalia can be whatever you imagine it to be!
They've really got to get some curlier scripts, gosh darn it.