cirque du blair

By anders pearson 20 Apr 2003

yesterday was <a href=”http://so_i_was_thinking.blogspot.com/“>blair</a>’s birthday, so daphne arranged a nice surprise party for him. all the cool kids came. <a href=”http://www.superultramega.com/“>jP</a>, his girl, <a href=”http://bootypile.blogspot.com/“>mark</a>, his girl, lani and i, and a few dozen other assorted Batesies from near and far and random williamsburg hipsters.

keith made cold drink (one part cold. one part drink. tastes like kool-aid. has enough alcohol to power a car with.) lani baked a couple cakes. there was music, and balloons that i overinflated and would pop loudly at random intervals. blair was surprised, and happy.

the surprise for the rest of us came at about 1 AM when debbie started pushing us all off the living room rug to clear a space. a couple unfamiliar 20-somethings who i’d just assumed were part of the williamsburg set came out and said something about driving all the way down from Montreal and that they hadn’t really planned on doing a show and were a little drunk so we shouldn’t expect too much. then they started doing acrobatics right there in blair’s living room. balancing acts (pretty well executed considering the amount of cold drink they’d been given), contortionist stuff, and strength poses. they did a little impromptu performance that lasted 10 minutes, then said their goodbyes and hit the road, leaving most of us wondering what the fuck had just happened.

turns out that through some kind of friend-of-a-friend, thing, some of the members of <a href=”http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/cirquedusoleil/default.htm”>Cirque Du Soleil</a> had been invited to, and came to the party.

beats the hell out of a clown.