For New Years Eve we decided on The Greatest Show on Earth as our evening entertainment. Some of our friends didn’t want to go because it cost $25, but I figure that’s really cheap for entertainment if you drink at home and don’t buy alcohol there. It was well worth the price to see the circus acts and the crazy Bosnian band that I think was called Kulture Shock who was a mix of Riverdance and Rammstein heavy metal. The lead singer wore a silver kilt with his head shaved except for a topknot. There was a stand up base and a violin, but it wasn’t at all classical sounding. There were a few Bosnian guys who sand along and knew all the words. It took me a while to figure out that it wasn’t English.
While the music played some of the circus performers would walk through the crowd on stilts or swing from a trapeze in the corner. Kim did the limbo under a weird Ozzy Osbourne looking fellow on stilts. Not as many people were dancing as I hoped, but some of it was pretty hard to dance to. The techno they put on later got more people dancing upstairs.
Downstairs there was another band playing, but we didn’t see much of them and it didn’t sound like much fun to me. The real fun downstairs started after midnight when burlesque dancers, fire eaters and a striptease act took the stage. My favorite part was the fire eating and spinning. They used fireballs on batons, chains and claws, and all this in a fairly small enclosed space. I think a lot of people thought they were going to set the place on fire, myself included at times. The performers were all from Pure Cirkus, and they said they’d have photos of the night up on their web page, but I’m not sure when.
Unfortunately, Art and Amanda had to leave shortly after midnight to catch a ferry back, but Kim and I stayed to hang out with Jessie until a little after 2. Jessie left, and Kim and I danced for a while with a guy named John that we’d seen at the climbing gym before who is dating the sister of a girl who is in Kim’s culinary class. The girl in Kim’s culinary class is dating the guitarist from Kulture Shock. Weird coincidences, eh? The after party turned out to be kind of a lame all ages (seemed like a lot of teenagers showed up real fast) bump and grind fest in the basement, so we went home for some much needed sleep.