Nightwish...

Hey reader! Tonight, unprecedented event in my life, I went to the circus with my aunt, my cousin A, and one of her friends. It was a really cool experience, and much better than, I confess, I thought it would be... Here's a little account of my evening...

First of all, I should always ALWAYS remember to bring my anti-asthma medicine everytime I get out of home. I found out weird new allergies tonight... Horses I already knew I did not really enjoy... confirmed tonight... lamas I had never tried, and it did not prove to be a success... but weirdest of all, elephants, which must be the stinkiest beasts in creation, have a weird, anti-allergic power. I guess the smell just anihilated all allergenes in the atmosphere for a little while. Maybe it stunned my nostrils or something. Anyway, I stopped sneezing, which was a nice thing.

Also, I must tell you about Mr Crow. I was looking at come strange chinese guys with twisty hats and colorful skirts, and praying for their lives, because they seemed to have really bad suicidal tendencies, when I was puzzled by the entrance of what I thought was the Angel of Death. Unexpected. It was actually just a guy, dressed as The Crow (you know, The Crow, the guy who wanted to be a member of Kiss, but decided Superhero was a better career choice?). With twisty hat by his side, I must say it was kind of disturbing. I mean, the crow did not only have The Crow's make up, he also had leather trousers, a long leather jacket, and the quaintest little top I've ever seen, with fake diamonds on it. It showed off his muscular belly, and his belly button too. It would have fitted a 13 year old girl. It fitted him too...

The show went on (because as you know, angel of death or no, The Show Must Go On), and a guy came on stage, and went through a clothe hanger. He did some really weird stuff with all his articulations, and I prayed for his life too, and it was very puzzling. But that's when our angel of death went through his first identity crisis of the evening. He started singing. I would have put him in the "I was in a garage band called Kataklysm when I was 15" group. He actually, and most unexpectedly, turned into some kind of punk-rock-underground-Bryan Adams. Like a Backstreet Boy stuck in Marilyn Manson's clothes. He had a good voice, really. Puzzling...

He left the stage, only to be replaced by another big group of chinese guys, dressed as grasshoppers. I know why people love the circus so much. It reminds you how much you actually love your neighbor. You really don't want to see anyone die live before your very eyes. Not crushed by elephants' paws, nor eaten by an overweight tiger, nor squashed after a 50-feet-plunge. You actually love the human race in general. Would someone tell that chinese guy that his leg is not supposed to be where he just put it?


That's when the crow decided it was time for him to get the party started. He felt he had had enough of waiting around, it was actually time to begin the ritual sacrifice. He called some of his black priests to help, who came, accordingly, and ripped his short girly T-shirt off (!). I could not believe my eyes. The crow! A Chippendale!! He then proceeded to hang himself to some huge elastic straps, and did an amazing number of acrobacy. Amazing. Flabbergasting, I would even say.

I think that next came a woman who did cool stuff, hung by her feet to the roof of the big top. Really cool, she had such LONG LONG HAIR!!! Anyway, it was the end of the show, and time for the artists to come and salute...

That's when our friend the angel of death, bored, (I mean, so many people had risked their lives, and he still did not get his share of the cake), decided he'd give up on his soul-snatching career. Well, I guess something broke, inside him. Disappointment at having snatched nothing tonight, maybe. He decided he's change courses again, and that his real destiny was to be harlequin. He did not have much time to change, though, and he apparently lost the big dress-up lottery, because he ended up in a yellow, checked polyester suit, which really suited him very well. Only it did not really look so great with his make up.

I like those times, when you are expecting something, and you get what you expected, only there is a little detail that makes you wonder if you have not just fallen into the fourth dimension. I had that feeling tonight, and I'd like to thank the angel of death, who really made my day. Besides looking good, I mean. Because even with a little girly top underneath, I can't resist long leather jackets... XD

Oh, and here's to the guy who tried to write a text message with his butt, on the seat just in front of me. I do hope his mobile still works.