The circus was in town Tuesday night, and I was lucky enough to score comp tickets. After a heart attack dinner at Taco Bell the girls and I headed for the fairgrounds to see Circus Gatti. (I was relieved to finally see the spelling of the name G-A-T-T-I, as I was bracing for Circus G-O-T-T-I, which would involve a lot of fake tans and open hostility.)
The ringmaster had the biggest Announcer Guy voice I have ever heard. Very broad and announcer-y. I spent too much time imagining how he must get through a day in his private life:
"Ladies and gentlemen, Puh-LEAZZE PASS the SALT!"
"If I may die-RECT your atTENtion to the MESS in the BATHroooooooom . . ."
The acrobats were appropriately exciting and I confess I got pretty dizzy at one point. The trained dogs were a hit with all the kids, of course. And I particularly enjoyed the snare drummer, who had the most important job of all. But the big hit of the evening was, of course, the elephant show.
At intermission Tika was led up to a stairway ramp where swarms of kids with $8.00 crushed in their little fists were waiting to ride the elephant. Smedley was beyond excited. I was anxious as only a neurotic mother can be, while visions of stampeding elephants tossing children like matchsticks filled my brain. I set aside my fears long enough to dig $8.00 out of my pocket and wait in the Kiss and Cry area.
Sparky was having none of it. "Don't you want to ride the elephant, Sparky?" we asked, many times.
"No way," she stated flatly. She stood with me in the Kiss and Cry.
What a ride Smedley got. Twice around the ring at a dizzying speed and back to earth to tell the tale. "Did you take my picture Mama? I wanna show Baylie, Mama. How many pictures did you get, Mama? Mama, can I take a picture, too?"
But of course I got photos! Here is a sampling.