Last night Ania and I danced into the spectacle of San Francisco's Teatro Zinzanni to celebrate our togetherness- magic sprinkled dinner theatre of acrobatics, song, dance, juggling and cirque-tastic hula-hooping as transdimensional engine. Nobody swings the hula like Mat Plendl as Chou Chou. Our table was serendipitously shared with Boris and Natasha from Belarus, who translated the ravings of insane Russian balance master Sergiy Krutikov for us. I loved the angelic aerial contortions of Oleg Izossimov; the barrel, carpet, bed and buddy foot flipping of Les Castors; the hilarious sky zone shenanigans of Andrea Conway Doba; the fancy toe and heel work of Wayne Doba; the zaptacular cutlery plus knife sharp wit of Michael "The Lonely Chef" Davis and the enchanting chanteuses of the evening, Liliane Montevecchi and the gorgeously operatic Nicolle Foland.

While I am attempting to sneak out of the studio in the near future to catch a few more of my favorite artists, it is a year of ambition. The brick wall structure in iCal reflects this state of affairs, and the feeling of accomplishment keeps me moving: continual work delivers fresh promise with every progressive step. As most waking moments are spent in pursuit of these ambitions (barring coffee time, which may still qualify), it is all the more marvelous to step out of the electron flow to a land of moons, makeup, music and madness.

It was a wonderful time, off the radar for three glorious hours.