Cirque de So-Lame

There comes a moment in all our lives when we must stand atop and afar, and gaze down at life with distanced perspective. For me, that moment was enforced from up high on the launching platform of the New York Trapeze School.

I can't remember at what point it was, when it first came upon us that we simply HAD to do the trapeze. And so, this weekend past found us, with much trepidation, shivering and quivering at the trapeze school on the Westside Highway.

"Erm," Jenn said nervously, "what if the harness breaks and we fall down from the trapeze and bounce off the safety net onto the floor and we land on our heads and we die?"
We looked at her incredulously. Not because we didn't believe that the string of coincidences was possible, but because we couldn't believe she had just spelled out our suppressed (and very rational) fears.

Of course, some of us took to it like naturals, and made the whole act seem elegant and graceful.

And then, there were, erm, others, who.... well, got a bit over-excited.

But THEN, there was the catch! The best feeling ever, to be caugh in mid-air and swung around!

Weehee! I thought, in my head. But it must have actually been out loud, cos when he put me down, the instructor shook his head and smiled, "boy, you're the noisiest trapezist I've ever seen!"

Oh.