Cirque Du Soleil

Last night I attended one of the best theatrical performances I have ever seen. I had always heard of Cirque Du Soleil and finally experienced it for myself. Corteo, which means "cortege" in Italian, is a joyous procession, a festive parade imagined by a clown. The clown pictures his own funeral taking place in a carnival atmosphere. There was so much to look at and listen to that my senses were overloaded. Drums, costumes, girls dressed in tights and bustiers flying from chandeliers and being tosses through the air. However, I did fear one of the characters who, to be politically correct, happened to be a little person. Yes, even with my height I fear them but who wouldn't fear an older woman with a child's voice that stands 2 feet tall. I especially got a little frightened when she began to float from these huge balloons throughout the audience. Just my luck, she started falling right down on top of me but luckily everyone around me gave her a little push on the feet to get her back into the air. The whole night was a surreal experience almost like a dream that took me back to childhood.

Kites and Canoes

The day started off with Mike, Jessica and I going to the kite store in Seattle and choosing our kites. I'll be honest, I had never heard of a kite store until then because my family always bought kites from the dollar store. This place had many types and colors but I finally settled on a very colorful, manly, muscular octopus. We headed over to Gas Works park and began the adventure. My kite flew like a champion, of course. The next adventure of the day was to go canoeing where Josh, Mike S. and Kham joined the fun. We paddled our way around the 520 bridge and had a great view of the sunset. Let's just hope the whole summer can be this adventurous. http://picasaweb.google.com/adamwlarson/KitesAndCanoes

Pre-mish Activity

Last Sunday we had a premissionary activity at my house. Adam Sweet cooked an awesome dinner for all 15 people that came. All of the young guys that came are in different stages, some have their mission calls and some are still trying to decide whether or not they should go. We played some guitar hero, ate dinner and then shared some mission stories. It brought back a lot of memories from my own mission. The bishop showed up and shared a few stories of his own. He even shared a story about the word bra in french which was a pretty funny one. The purpose of the activity was not to force anyone into committing to serve but get the guys to rally around each other. It was very successful and I think everyone had a good time. Here is a link for a few other pics: http://picasaweb.google.com/mikeshin/MissionaryNight