It’s A’s mom’s birthday and we’re taking her to see Cirque du Soleil and then going to eat dinner at some restaurant that floats. Being a reviewer for the last year or so, I no longer go to see shows as an extracurricular activity. This’ll be the first performance in months that I’m not bringing a notebook to.
We went to Cirque when they were in town last time, and it was phenomenal. It made me want to run off and join the circus. Except I know I’d end up being a roustabout, not the cool lady dangling from a rope by her ankle.
Since we’re going out with mom and it’s her day and all, and we’re going to the “theatah” (in a tent on a brown site, yes, but still a big fancy show), I’m having a hell of a time deciding what to wear. I have to dress like a grownup most days of the week, and I try not to on weekends. I always feel conspicuously overdressed whenever I wear work clothes to non-work things. But I’m guessing jeans and a Portland Spelling Bee t-shirt aren’t going to cut it.
