Rain, Races, and Fiddles!

You guys it has been raining/snowing/sleeting for at least the past ten days if not longer. I wish I were exaggerating but I'm not. The sun came out briefly this morning and it was the first time I had seen it in a long time. It's really miserable. I spent some time planning my trip to San Francisco (which isn't till June) to try and cheer myself up.

Somehow I have managed to pack in some early morning runs before the rain. I think I should get a medal. And I'm still doing hot yoga and I am less sore than I was after the first class. Progress!

The festival my play is in, Collaborations '13, has launched! I have been rehearsing and rewriting. It's getting exciting! We had a fundraiser and reached our goal, thanks to those of you who funded us! Now we can make some theatre!

Speaking of theatre I've seen two plays in the last week. The Life and Sort of Death of Eric Argyle by 15th Oak Theatre Company and Follow by WillFredd Theatre Company. Both were beautiful, inspiring and thought-provoking pieces of theatre. If you get a chance to see either I would highly recommend!

I took the Irishman to a trad music concert as part of the Temple Bar Tradfest. You'd think it would be the other way around, right? That my Irish boyfriend would take me to experience some Irish culture. But alas, he is a philistine and I have to show him the arts. The first act was The Sands Family, and while they are a talented group, they really weren't my style. A little too over-sentimental for my taste. The next act was Martin Hayes and Dennis Cahill, the reason I dragged the Irishman to the concert in the first place. I saw them perform in California before and they really are amazing. I love the way the can improvise together as if they can read each others' minds. The crowd went crazy for them and as it was performed in the Christchurch Cathedral the acoustics were incredible.

Yesterday the Irishman took me to the horse races! This was the first time that I had ever been to a horse race and I must admit I was a bit naive about the whole thing. I think I read too many books like Black Beauty and Seabiscuit. I put on a few bets, based purely on whether or not I liked the horses' name, and I didn't make a penny. The Irishman won two bets. Not exactly a great day for winning. But it was still great fun despite the rain. And I felt like a local sitting back with a hot whiskey and complaining about my losses. Next time I have been told we are going to a fancy race where I can dress up. Just like in My Fair Lady. Come on Dover!

I took that photo in the blue twilight of a cold evening the other night.

That's all for now!