Tuesday theatre
Abiding by the “discover Dublin and Ireland in three years’
time” roadmap Bo and I set out already 13 (!) months ago, our shortlist of
plays yesterday offered only really one choice, as ‘Smock Alley’ was the only venue among the theatres listed that we
had not been to before. That the plot sounded rather confusing and that the
tickets were at less than half the price of the alternative shows did not deter
us or indeed spark the slightest touch of suspicion, which left us two eager
beavers with our pints in plastic cups waiting keenly for the show to commence.
Positives: The venue was a centuries old treasure that had been tastefully renovated.
Moreover the setting looked pretty cool with high ceilings and a décor full of
lamps. And we could take our drinks inside. And the show didn’t last too long.
That’s about it. I wouldn’t speak of negatives in the zenith of our blissful,
liberal, unconcerned life, but I must admit that I was less thrilled about the
actual play. My first words uttered to Bo about halfway the show were pretty
much a fair reflection of my assessment of it all and were something in the
trend of “What the **** is this?!”. We were all grins though, as it’s the
inevitable risk of walking the road randomly. Basically the show featured three
girls dressed up in some kind of an Asian fashion who didn’t speak but rather
jumped around, turning lamps on and off, pushing and tickling each other,
polishing lamps and moving things around, guided by some repetitive Latin
American music. Random? Very. But an enjoyable experience nonetheless. And a
good blog story, which is what it is all about in the end.
The rest of the week
As I can’t really get away with posting the above and the
above only, let me touch upon some other recent post-ski trip occurrences. The weekend
was the quietest in ages, albeit that the Friday night was more exhilarating than
initially expected. The outset wasn’t too promising though, as I was tossing
the ball over the net with Padraic at the Mount Pleasant tennis court shortly
after work, while the initial drizzle was slowly turning into proper rain. We
managed to stay on court for half an hour after which we decided that this
Friday probably wasn’t the best for tennis. Walking home I finally found common
ground with Mark (all of our suggested plans had been turned down by the other)
by deciding to have a drink at the weekly couch surfing event, this time held
at the Grand Social. Dinner at Crackbird and literally one beer at the drink,
which wasn’t all too stimulating despite the large crowd of internationally
diverse people. Luckily Craig, Mark’s new housemate who had come along, knew of
some snug pubs with the “best Guiness in town” which in the end served to
bridge an enjoyable few hours until we ended up at the Village well after
midnight. While the passive-aggressive crowd over there wasn’t overly thought-provoking
I did stay on until closure and despite the earlier couch-surfing flop did end
the night in international spirits.
The rest of the weekend Dublin didn’t see too much of my
face though as I slept through most of rainy Saturday and sunny Sunday exploiting the hangover's prerogative to the fullest. Monday
and Wednesday featured tennis games which went from dreadful to acceptable. As it is, I developed a "first serve" over the past months which isn't only modestly powerful and effective but also creating excruciating pains by ripping apart the tissue between my ribs and spine. It was Monday that this agony manifested itself in full force which must have left my doubles partners wondering why the hell they ever asked me to join their game. Wednesday I was playing Brian for the ladder and luckily I managed to squeeze a victory from a very tight game without boasting much of an impressive serve. Conditions were wonderful though and we must have spent up to two hours on the court! The upcoming weekend promises to be
slightly more eventful than the previous one with some quality Bo-time
scheduled. The itinerary hasn’t been set out yet, although my might abstain
from theatres for a while!
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