the irish name game

OK. Quick update. Classes are good. Great, in fact. I had Voice class this morning ( Movement/Dance, Acting and Devising yesterday). Went grocery shopping because I had run out of food because I eat way too much here.

Dublin is legit. I live literally a block away from where Oscar Wilde lived. A block. I walked by it not an hour ago. Now it houses the Irish American University, but still. I feel like every literature major HAS to come here. Its like a literature mecca. James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, W.B. Yeats...

Oh, and guess what?
Conor McPherson is giving a talk in two weeks at the Gate Theatre. Conor Freakin' McPherson, ladies and gents. I have been re-familiarizing myself with his plays since I found out and its ridiculous because he talks about these pubs and streets and places... that I go to every day.

We aren't allowed to wear makeup to class, at all. Also, we wear all black to class every day. My individuality is waning... but getting ready in the morning is so much easier.

Today in Voice class we did individual hands on work with Cathal (our 'tutor' as he is called here). My 'tutors' are named Antoinette, Diane, Cathal, and Donal. Sweetest names ever, right? I think next month when my Voice and Devising classes become integrated with Irish students who are studying at the Gaiety we are going to meet Padreig, the head of the Gaiety School of Acting. The man who kicked Collin Farrell out of his school. Good lookin' out, Padreig. He is a large, very intimidating man I am told.

A large, very scary pigeon just landed loudly on my windowsill. People here have the weirdest obsession with pigeons. I have never seen people feed pigeons (and not old ladies in the park, we are talking young business men too) as much as they do here. Its the oddest thing.

More later!