Shannon and I just returned from Kooza, the newest Cirque du Soleil show. We loved it, of course (we’re big Cirque fans), but as usual the story makes no sense. Here’s my summary:

If you’re in a field flying a kite, and the clown mail brings you a package, it means you’re about to receive delivery of a Roman circus on a carousel. It’s a metaphor for male puberty, and the first time you touch your erection you break it. Then you have to visit a skeletal nightclub and listen to heavy metal for a while before some other stuff happens, and in the end your “kite” has transformed into its adult shape. There might be a robot and a very large dog involved.

Also, acrobats are really hot.