He, of course, asked why we needed to wait that long to go. After all, who doesn't love the smell of elephant urine?
So we went.
I have to admit, we did feel a little ridiculous when Jerry placed an order for two tickets and the guy asked, "One adult, one child?" But we didn't care. Elephant urine or bust.
By the time we found our seats and summoned some cotton candy, we were having a blast. I'd be lying if I said all of the screaming and crying children didn't make me rethink this whole "procreation thing," but when one of the elephants did a little booty shake and the room erupted into overzealous laughter, I couldn't help but smile. I guess those moments make up for the ones when they scream because they can't have a Scooby-do inflatable doll AND the blue alien.
Plus it didn't help that the kid sitting behind me pinned my hair to the back of my seat with his knees then abruptly jerked his body to see the python snake, forcibly ripping half of my follicles out of the back of my scalp. I kind of had a vendetta against anyone less than 4-feet-tall after that.
But when I looked down a few rows of seats and saw a brother and sister sharing their popcorn and pretzel with ease, pointing to all of the animals and enjoying every second of their surroundings I thought ... well, frankly I thought, "Phew."
This doesn't have to do with the circus, per se, but it is sort of a circus.
Here is Jerry's Sirius car radio tuned into Howard 100 giving a
message of "Vote for Sanjaya" with the number. And, yes, Jerry is
so obsessed with seeing this guy win that he called for the rest of the night.