One more show to do this afternoon. One more tumbling sequence, one more balance routine, once more on the nails, swords and stuff with Clare deftly moving her flaming torches across my chest and feet and someone getting the concrete blocks smashed on their bodies (the audience gets to choose who)…
…and then we’re out of here. All eight of us – circus done with. Leon will slip out of his performing briefs – or maybe he won’t even bother – slip into the driving seat of our bus, and we’re on the road home to Tennessee (and on to Kentucky for him and Dane after one night more with us).
680 miles, and Leon wants to get as much distance done as possible before he has to give in to sleeping, which the rest of us can do right from the word ‘go’! No-one else has a bus licence, and our normal roadie Chet was never able to return because his mother is seriously ill.
Even Ethan and Jack have had enough of trapeze and head balancing – they’re looking forward to a vacation down under. But they’re planning impromptu ‘street performances’ to fund their trip!
For the rest of us – back to what passes for ‘normal’, but not until we’ve had one night with all ten of our special gay sharing group together, which happens only rarely. Got to look forward to that…
How all this began can be found here:
Meanwhile, until I can get my head around normal blogging again, here is a random selection of pictures we like. Nicely built boys doing their thing. Hope you will like them too.
Wha-hey!! We’re FREE…
…and I finally get some time with my beloved Dave, after eight weeks of separation with just one brief meeting here in this bus in the middle.