You know what's super cool? The circus.
Even though we were sitting in the third balcony, I had a serious connection with le tigre blanc. Also, our seats put me at eye level with the trapezists, which, little did I know, meant that I got a full view of their thong baring asses. That's right, it's French style, which means there is an abundance of thongs, erotic dancers, and even a cheesy singer/songwriter performance. They serve champagne at intermission, and have white cats that jump through hoops of fire. I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night.