Circus Folk

(Me dancing with one of my new friends. 05/11/10)


(Note: I'm composing this quickly and without editing, so I apologize if it's a boring/confusing/badly composed post)

So in case you haven't been reading my twitter, there are two things you should know.

1. I'm in London.

2. I have met (and become obsessed with) a bunch of circus-trained performers this week.


So. Much. Hotness.


I like to dance. A lot. I make a fool out of myself on the dancefloor. And circus boys? They keep up with me. I love that.


They've been in this show in London, in which they use their circus skills as part of their story-telling. It's about 11 people with different mental problems (schizophrenia, obsessive compulsive disorder, amnesia, manic, intermittent explosive disorder, agoraphobia, hypochondria, sex addiction, insomnia, paranoia, & multiple personality disorder) It's brilliant. I saw it three times. And it was worth it.

The videos do not do them justice, but you'll get an idea:



(And if you speak French, I guess you could watch this. The three men that speak in it are three of my favorite buddies in the group, and you get to see them do a little of their stuff.)

After I went to see their show the first time, we (meaning the three classmates who came along with me and myself) went out dancing with them.

And then I saw the show again, and went to a bar with them.

And then I saw the show again, and went out to lunch with them.

And then their show closed, and I went out to some bars and a house party with them (that was last night... didn't get home until 6:15am).


Of the 11 performers, I've hung out with 8 of them, and I'd say that 4 of them (three guys and a girl) I now consider to be my friends (even though one of them doesn't speak English terribly well).

(NOTE: A guy who is not one of those four kissed me last night, but it was awkward... so I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen.)

I can't tell you how hot they are. Each one hotter than the last. Maybe that's just because I'm sexually attracted to talent... But I think that's only part of it.

I realize that I just met them, but I am horribly sad that they've left town. One in particular I would like to pack into a suitcase and take back to the USA with me, because I think we'd be great friends. And my crush on another one was ruined by Facebook tragically informing me that he's in a relationship (somehow I wasn't bothered by the fact that his English isn't extensive and my French is nonexistent).

It's just nice to dance with people who want to dance. So nice. It wasn't a sexual thing. It was just an appreciation of movement.

And they kept encouraging me in my own movement work. I've always wanted to learn contortion, and they gave me some pointers on how to move forward. They also complimented my "lines", and the natural arch of my foot and point of my toes, and my extension, and my flexibility (this was in a bar, by the way). And I ended up learning a new trick already just from their verbal advice (a wall-assisted back-walkover, which I'm very proud of). They gave me greater belief in myself, even though they'd only just met me.

And it's nice to have people to hang out with other than people I've been in school with for two years. I love (most of) my classmates, but I liked being able to meet people beyond them. It's not an opportunity I usually have in Florida.


Next weekend, I signed up to go on a trip to Wales and Liverpool that the university is taking the undergraduate students on. I'm the only person in my class going. In some ways, I'm glad to get away from my class. But in others... Well, at the ripe old age of 25, I'm going to feel out of place around undergrads.


Ugh. I'm lonely.


London is good, though. I've been having a great time. Unfortunately, I think I'm getting sick. I've had a cough since March that won't quit, and the coughing fits I've had over the last couple of days have given me a wicked sore throat (one more reason why that one French circus boy probably should not have awkwardly kissed me).


Also random: British men love me. I don't know why. I get hit on over here on a daily basis. In the USA, when I get hit on, it's something to write home about. But here? Left and right. It's like magic.


Okay, I should stop writing this nonsense and go work on my playwriting homework. Blergh.


Ugh, I feel sick.


May you make friends who inspire you and believe in you.
And may you never feel lonely when you're not alone.

~A~