Mere Mortals

Yesterday, I saw the Cirque du Soleil Michael Jackson show with Rachael, Juan and Amber.  Per my diagrammed instructions, the first 2 sat on either side of me.  Naturally, we discussed code violations and safety hazards while waiting for the show to start (we were really, really high up).  Public health aside, the show was incredible.  It was very much like a Michael Jackson concert, with equally amazing dancers, pyrotechnics, and what-the-hell ballad moments about the earth and nature.  All that was missing were the fans fainting all over the place.  There was a break dancer on crutches (he only has one leg) that made me feel bad about the way I use my two legs.  As Amber pointed out, we were a cheap crowd-- the loudest applause at the end, other than those for amazing dancer on crutches, went to scantily-clad-pole-contortionist and slightly-more-clad-guitarist-in-leather, both women.  In the crowd's defense, it wasn't their fault that the male dancers were so well clad.  In my defense, I also clapped when I saw a little boy in red pants and a Thriller jacket.  He wasn't a part of the show, but he was adorable.