For years I have heard a rumor that Louisville has a home-grown circus. I can honestly say that I didn’t really believe it was true. And if it was true, what kind of caliber could it be?
So on a random Friday night, my friend Christina and I were trying to figure out what we wanted to do… I took to google to see what was going to be happening that weekend and came up Turner’s circus. I didn’t actually know anyone who had been to Turner’s Circus, the closest I came was a friend’s ex-fiance’s new wife was a performer of the circus. Regardless of not knowing anyone who has ever attended Louisville’s original circus, I figured it would be a fun adventure.
So after dinner and drinks, we headed to the circus. Which was on the 2nd floor of a run down building on River Road that shares the parking lot with a boat salvage yard. And I am not kidding. But regardless, of the odd setting, the place was packed! Totally packed. My skepticism increased as we walked up and meandered our way upstairs to the circus where a good 200 people were crammed onto old high-school bleachers. Shortly there after, the program began.
Folks, from little bitty kids to individuals in their 60s worked their way on stage for dancing and a wide assortment of acrobatics all set to a Scooby Doo esque theme. It felt like a glorified dance recital, which I guess in a way it was. Apparently Turner’s is a gym that teaches acrobatics and tumbling and highlights the groups accomplishments with the circus. I dont know about ya’ll, but I have never been a real fan of recitals. They leave something to be desired for me. But I will say, the tumbling and acrobatics were incredibly impressive – they climbed scarves, hung on rungs, jumped through things, made human towers … I was amazed at the strength and agility. The scripting though, was not the best that I have heard!
Even though the acrobatics were impressive, my friend and I were both ready to leave by intermission. Buts were numbed from sitting on the hard seats and the script had become a lot to swallow.
For me, one trip to Turner’s will suffice and I dont see my self heading back unless for some reason niece or nephews decide to join the circus. Who knows, it may happen!