Vegas, baby, yea!

Arrived in Sin City a couple days ago courtesy of a plane ticket from Doc, Jr. As many times as I have been to LV, this is the first occasion I have bypassed the blackjack table and instead, gone to a show. Last night, we witnessed the fantastical world of Cirque du Soleil’s “Mystere.” I love C. du S. and have seen “Quidam” in Houston and “Dralion” in Philly, but this Las Vegas performance was by far the best of the three. The Vegas budget and customizable theater/stage really allowed the show directors to have a free-for-all with the set, costumes, etc. No detail was ignored, from lighting, backdrops, revolving stage, sinking stage, hair, makeup. ..& on & on. The variety of the acts was incredible: they interspersed painstakingly choreographed acrobatic numbers involving the full cast with elegant dance duets spotlighting scantily clad performers. For a laugh, they threw in the occasional comic bits.

My favorite act starred a homoerotic contortionist / gymnastic / strength performance by a male duo; one was built like Mitch Gaylord in American Anthem, but flexible as a lithe 90-lb gymnast, the other, a Dolph Lungren lookalike and double-jointed as all hell. The positions they were able to put their bodies in were unbelievable and required some serious muscle, rubber limbs, and grace. My words do no justice to the twosome's piece.

Anyway, I’m still somewhat on Eastern time (even though day & night in Vegas are sometimes one and the same), so I’ll take my leave as 5am EST approaches.