Last week, Carl, Chief and I decided we’d take a stab at doing trampoline tricks at the Cirque du Soleil. I had only been on a trampoline a time or two in my life because I was a baseball prodigy as an 8 year old and my dad didn’t want me to snap my neck doing something reckless so he couldn’t live vicariously through me and my millions of dollars.
Then I discovered booze and stopped growing when I was 12 years old, so that didn’t happen anyways. He has nobody to blame but him and his shit genetics anyways.
HOWEVAH we took a stab at some front flips and shit for your viewing pleasure. It was honestly terrifying. They tried talking me into jumping off the 16 foot tall platform onto the tramp right off the bat. I guessed they sniffed me out as the one that does dumb shit right off the bat? Not totally sure but I don’t really do heights and that thing was tall AF.
We toured the facility as well – if you’re looking for a date spot, a night out with the crew, or something a little different than posting up at the same bar all night, go check out the Cirque du Soleil. They’ll be here for a good part of summer, and it’s an AWESOME time. You will not regret it in any way.