…is so not staying in Vegas.
Not when this happens to my mom:
No, my mom didn’t turn into a drag queen. But she got to hang out on stage with one! And the entire nearly naked cast of Cirque du Soleil’s Zumanity!
If you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing a Cirque du Soleil show, they are AH-MAZ-ING. Beautiful costumes, outrageous acrobatics, live music, audience participation…I’m obviously a huge fan.
Zumanity has all that, but it’s a bit different from the others since it’s a burlesque-style show. Raunchy and crude (and for the over-18 crowd only) and totally tongue-in-cheek, it’s focus is on sex. Most of the women performed topless, and most of the men were in (heavily padded) g-strings. The emcee (hostess?) is the drag queen shown above, who is so good you forget she is a he. It is by far the funniest of the Cirque du Soleil shows I’ve seen.
And my mom (my itty-bitty, fairly-reserved-in-large-crowds, 69 year old mother) was a huge part of the funny. She was chosen by that mostly naked guy behind her to go up on stage for the final act (in which all of the other mostly naked cast were lolling around on stage…seriously…lolling is the right word (but not to be confused with LOL-ing)). Her and some hot young guy, but no one remembers him because my mom was too cute. Even the drag queen lost her shit at one point and just started laughing. My mom was so flustered from the guy rubbing up on her that she could barely answer the questions they asked (name, where you’re from, who are you here with (the fact that it was her daughter got a huge laugh, too)).
And then, after the polite chit chat, they got my mom on the floor of the revolving stage, ON TOP OF THE NEARLY NAKED GUY. The image of her little legs and feet flailing around is indelibly burned into my brain. Of course, I was laughing hysterically the entire time. There’s no mercy in our family.
You’re not supposed to take pictures during the show, but I managed the one above (please forgive me Zumanity…but it was MY MOM! How could I not?!?). Which has been emailed to all the members of the family. Like I said, no mercy. I just wish I had one of the flailing legs.
Also…as we were boarding the plane the next day to come home, we heard: “Hey, it’s Lee. You’re Lee, right? From the show last night?”
My mom…she’s famous.