Cirque de Soliel, or Why The French are A**holes

While my girlfriend and I were in Atlanta, I made plans for us to attend an event called "Martinis and IMAX", considered one of the more interesting (and romantic) things to do in the city. I got big points for that. The girlfriend loved it. They had martinis and really good food and desserts. She got a dish called "Colossal Shrimp" and these damn things were friggin' huge. I had to take pictures, which I will post as soon as they come back.

So, anyway, after eating and drinking, we were ushered into the IMAX theater. Now, for those of you who don't know, IMAX is a special film format that involves a HUUUGE screen and so it's like sitting entirely too close to the television when you were a kid. We initially signed up for the film "Lewis and Clark" but I changed the tickets to a Cirque de Soliel to make my girlfriend happy. We took our seats in the theater, the lights dimmed and I immediately went cross-eyed watching this huge screen. I tried to fool myself into thinking that it might be cool. I was wrong. It essentially involved people dressed in tights jumping, stretching and throwing each other around while the narrator went on and on about aging and other inane crap. I just don't get it... I mean, some of the things they were doing were impressive, such as lifting themselves up using only a pinky toe... but why not use that strength for something more masculine, like rugby or to become an ultimate killing machine! I just don't get it...

I just read more background on these guys. They're actually French-Canadian. Still... that's just like being French, isn't it?