Saturday I surprised Robby with a trip to the Big Apple Circus, a small production that doesn't feature bears wearing a tutu or sad looking lions. We took Robby to a larger circus several years ago and, after seeing the pathetic looking bear peddle a tricycle, I swore we would never go again. However, I jumped at the opportunity to go to this show because I knew that the only animals were a few horses, house cats, and dogs.
One wouldn't think it
would be difficult to find a circus tent in the parking lot of a mall.
However, I can promise that it isn't as easy as it sounds. Robby and I
drove for 35 minutes, nearly the entire circumference of the mall,
before spotting the Big Top tent. Apparently had I turned left instead
of right when I first entered the complex, as directed by the sign I
didn't see, I would have saved 34 minutes of driving!
finally to be in the tent and relieved that we didn't miss the
beginning of the show, Robby proudly handed the usher our tickets. The
gentleman took one look at me, walked away to talk with another usher
and then returned. I was worried that there was a problem with our
tickets (especially since I bought them off the Internet) and becoming
frustrated by yet another delay. Although I can't say for certain
because of the language barrier, his pointing to my leg and patting me
on the shoulder made me think that I was benefiting from an unspoken
amputee courtesy. Never one to turn down a better experience, I smiled,
thanked the man and took our new seats. We were seated two rows back
from ringside despite our tickets that clearly stated we should be two levels
To say that Robby enjoyed the circus would be an
understatement. He was in absolute awe by the performers and their
"totally amazing and epic" feats. He was particularly mesmerized by the
acrobats, providing a running commentary of his fears as the men flew,
spun and twisted through the air. Hiding his eyes but peeking through
his fingers, he had a huge smile on his face throughout the act.
was amazed by the acrobats, but came away inspired by the house cats
doing tricks. He chattered away throughout intermission about his need
for a hoop and a stool. He was disappointed but eventually accepted the
explanation that he cannot have a fire hoop because he has to be 16
years old. Undeterred by his cat training mission, Poor Charlie Cat has
begrudgingly been pushed through a hula hoop by ring master Robby ever
since we got home!
I am not sure why I was afforded
better seats because of my prosthetic use, but I am grateful
for the perk. The ringside view allowed Robby to become fully engrossed
with the performance, something which would have been more difficult
from the seats I purchased. I wasn't expecting to be upgraded, but we
are happy the way it worked out. (Of course, Charlie Cat might
have a different view on the matter!)