French Canadian Acrobats

I saw the Cirque du Soleil show Dralion last night. I actually saw it once before, 10 years ago, when it was performed under the Grand Chapiteau (big ass tent) in Houston. Now the show is performed in an arena. While I guess it's good that I grew up to be slightly more successful than a circus performer, I still think it would have been pretty rad. I seriously want to get a cyr wheel. Maybe for Christmas.

As per usual, you're not allowed to take pictures at the show. But I got some shwag, so here's a Cirque mug shot!

Epiphany? Hardly.

So. I've decided I want to be a person that people want to be friends with. I've realized (i.e. it's blatantly obvious) that I am not that person right now. I'm definitely not that person to the one person I most want to be friends with. And it's my fault. I'm the only one who can change it, so that's what I have to do. Reversal of rock bottom.

Also a milestone, I don't think I cried yesterday. Just shy of two months. I won't give up the waterproof mascara just yet (we'll see how consistent I am with this first). But that's progress I think. "There is only one direction to go in life..."

Flotation devices

One item is off the bucket list! Got a late night text on Saturday that someone's friends had bailed on a boat ride (who does that?!) and did I want to participate in Sunday Funday out on the lake? Hell yes. 

I woke up and made a quick grocery run for snacks, then packed up food, drinks, sunscreen, and a towel. Time to head to harbor!

Hot day, cold water


It wasn't too bad that the water was a little cold, because we had an island to float on.


What a pretty city, from all angles!


My grandfather had a boat, and despite him dying when I was only 7, I have many fond memories from those early years, being out on the Gulf of Mexico in the Ruby Lynn. That's probably where I got my love of free fall, jumping off the roof of that boat. I doubt it was even a 10 foot drop but to me it was exhilarating. We'd ride out to Ship Island from the marina in Biloxi, the grandchildren sitting across the front bow, each straddling a bar of the boat rail. The salt water would splash our feet and we'd point at the porpoises jumping alongside us.

I'm 31 now, and Lake Michigan is nothing like the Gulf of Mexico, but riding out on the open water on the front of a boat was still as fun as I remembered. It was a great day up until the point I drank too much and made a fool of myself. As is tradition these days.