Suburban Goddess

My BFF’s mother was kind enough to get us tickets to the circus while we were in town. I was excited for two reasons; 1) it would be Alex’s first trip to the circus & 2) it would be mine as well.

When we arrived, I was surprised to find that we had front row seats right next to the ring. We were running a little late, so the show started almost immediately after we sat down. The opening number involved the entire cast, and before I knew it, there were eight scantily-clad men in tights standing eye level directly in front of me.

My first thought was, “Um, wow.”

These fellas must have some major self-confidence, because those tights left NOTHING to the imagination. In fact, I had to fight the urge to cover my daughter’s eyes.

But it wasn’t just the tights… It was the expression on their faces coupled with the dramatic gestures and jazz hands that started to take their toll on me, and I got the worst case of teenage giggles. My BFF looked at with a puzzled gaze.

I pointed with a giggle.

“Gayapalooza!!!”

I know. I’m hopelessly immature.

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