“What made be weird to you, is normal to other people,” he always preached.
(Well, he probably still preaches that. We just don’t live in a foreign country anymore.)
Anyway. Fried duck skin on Easter Sunday has nothing to do with acrobats. Which was my point.
On Saturday night, the Akron Civic Theater – which was surprisingly gorgeous – was packed with people enthusiastic to see acrobats throwing themselves in the air and contorting their bodies.
And throw themselves and contort they did.
I spent half the show flinching and covering my eyes – scared someone was going to fall, break their neck, or get stuck with their head touching the back of their thighs. I can’t even begin to describe the awesomeness that was this show, but maybe showing you a picture of twelve people on ONE BICYCLE will help.
I think I gasped approximately eleventy billion times.
Watching them even made me want to try to do a pull-up. (You should go see them.)
Now excuse me while I disappear for a few days. I am busy. A wonderful kind of busy that involves me doing what I love to do, but that requires me to step away from blogging for a bit. Don’t forget about me, okay?
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