It seems that everyone I know was born in June-it is a great month to be born! Friday night was my boss' 50th birthday and my co-worker S. (yes I have developed further as a blogger and am now relying on aliases instead of refering to people as this friend or that friend-exciting I know!) anyways, S. and I decided that we would head out to Bray where my boss F. lives, and was having her party, together. S. invited me to meet her in town where she was having drinks with some of her friends. After getting caught in a torrential downpour and being forced to get in a taxi for fear of being drowned I finally made it to the Shelbourne Hotel where I met S. and her very posh friends. Now, remember when you were in first grade and the sixth graders seemed so cool? Then finally you made it to the top only to find yourself at the bottom of the ranks in middle school and the seniors were the shit. Finally you suffer through this one last time in college and you graduate and you're on top of the world (I am going somewhere with this, hang on) and you think the days of pining over the big kids are over. Not so. As I sipped martinis with S. and her friends who are in their late twenties I realized I was struck with envy at how cool they all were. I mean, afterall, they were drinking martinis. Then S. and I headed off to Bray and got there just in time for some delicious food and plenty of wine. And cake. There has to be cake. We danced to the playlist that we had helped F. put together a few days before. I am a bit embarrassed to report that I did the whole dance to Michael Jackson's Thriller. I know. I blame the martini. All in all it was a great night.
Saturday night I met my friend M. and some of his friends (it is a strictly platonic friendship) to go to what was a very scenester/hipster club by Dublin's standards-very fun but certainly not as classy as the Shelbourne, though definitly less expensive.
Sunday was a rainy day and I had rehearsal for Hamlet. It opens in less than 2 weeks! We have amped up rehearsal time and it is starting to come along. Monday I popped into the office to help F. with a few things before she headed off to Greece, lucky lady. Then it was back to more rehearsals.
Tuesday night I went out for my co-worker K.'s birthday. She is a fellow American and there was a band from her homtown of Portland playing, they were very good and very typical Portland. I think I may have already written about them as we saw them play a few weeks before when they kicked off their tour of Ireland. Afterwards I went to The Temple Bar where a musician is trying to break the Guinness Book of World Records for playing for 101 hours. By the time I got there he had been playing for 58. Apparently he is allowed a 5 minute break every hour, still that's a lot of guitar playing. I think tonight is his last night so I may stop by to see if he was actually succesful.
Yesterday I had lunch with a woman named C. who is from Santa Fe but lives in Galway for part of the year. It was nice to see someone from home who understood where I came from but who also shared a love for Ireland. We went to a great Italian restaurant and I had a delicious pizza! I had another rehearsal for Hamlet last night that focuse on movement and my body is sore! We had to move as though we were marionettes and fall to the floor. I haven't actually looked but I'm pretty sure there is a huge bruise on my ass. Oh the pains I take for my art!
I was supposed to go to Belfast today with the theatre company but unfortunately that fell through, but there will be another chance for me to go I am sure. The good news is that I can be in Dublin today and today is Bloomsday, the celebration of James Joyce's epic Ulysseus. I started reading it, hoping I would have it finished by today but sadly I am only half way through the dense thing. At least I will sort of know the story while perusing events today and through the weekend.
Thanks for reading, till next time!
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