Is It Still March?

Did you think I had forgotten? I did, sort of, briefly. Only for like a second. Ok I have been super busy. I would say the busiest but I know that some of the people I have been working with recently have been even busier which is just mind boggling. When do they sleep? Are they vampires?

For the rest of you who don't know what I am talking about (how could you?) I have been involved in not one but two festivals since February. First I was a returning volunteer for the Jameson Dublin International Film Festival. It is an awesome gem of a festival and one of the highlights of my experience living in Ireland. If you get the chance go see After Lucia, Blancanieves, and Broken. Those were the only films I had time to see they also happened to be very good films. How is that for film criticism? Yeah, it's not really.

My campaign for Jameson Poster Girl

Then I was a part of the Jack Burdell Collaborations '13 Festival in which I wrote and performed  "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Gardai". It was a wonderfully nerve-wracking adrenaline pumping few weeks and I am so proud of everyone who was a part of it and made this incredible festival happen. I got strep throat days before my show was to go up but two jars (not exaggerating) of honey with turmeric, antibiotics and lots of vitamin c later I found myself on stage. It was a challenging experience for me (in the best way) and I look forward to seeing the work that was in the festival as all the wonderfully talented artists grow and develop their pieces further.

My show! Photo Credit: Emma Kavanagh

Today was my first weekend off since the onslaught of festivals. I cleaned the entire apartment. It's nice and shiny now. Also I put all my shoes away as the Irishman was threatening to hide them from me if I did not remove them from the living room. It's bad enough I can't find my wooly pink sock I don't need missing shoes.

The Irishman is in Prague for work. I was supposed to go with him but as my current visa situation remains unresolved I can't risk leaving the country. Boo! I really wanted to go to Prague. It was on my list of places to go. And everyone has been telling me how beautiful it is.

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. It will be the third year that I am in Ireland for this drunken debaucherous (I've decided that's a word) holiday. I am looking forward to being a scrooge and staying home because I don't want to deal with drunk, messy strangers. Over it.

Well that's a wrap! For now. More updates to come hopefully at a more regular schedule.