tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39567558173680961242024-03-21T22:00:25.324-04:00EATinIrelandThese being the adventures of the intrepid members of Emerging Artists Theatre, NYC, at the Dublin International Gay Theatre Festival.EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-2414447410577516422014-05-09T16:00:00.001-04:002014-05-09T16:00:56.051-04:00Heading to Ireland again...under a different name!But it's still me...
...seven years into it, going to Dublin in May. To quote myself: "Once I like something, I like it."
So with a different company, a different cast of characters, a different job, a different life than when I started, I'm returning to the International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival again. As the Ambassador of Love for North America, I feel it is my duty.
So here I amEATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-16172115452570890282013-05-12T12:56:00.000-04:002013-05-12T12:57:39.601-04:00After the dancers' leaving, after the stars are gone...
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The last time this blog was updated was the last time we were in Ireland, in 2009. But we're back and the blog is still here, so let's continue, shall we?
Isle: Still Emerald!
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EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-4640377561773791882009-05-23T08:38:00.006-04:002009-05-23T09:37:52.508-04:00Not "goodbye" but "see you" to Dublin and this year's festivalWhy do I feel like I'm at church? Well, the cross-shaped "altar" with the awards...the lectern that sent me back to the days of "This is a reading from the Acts of the Apostles." Though we didn't have a giant rainbow-colored bottle of vodka stage left of the altar, and it wasn't Oscar Wilde with a green carnation in his mouth looking down on us all. Except if you are in Dublin!We gathered at the EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-31134725384869805532009-05-22T22:09:00.012-04:002009-05-22T23:43:37.067-04:00Who am I, where am I, what the hell am I doing?I was once in a community theater production of Annie, and the director, trying to get her large & varied cast into character, suddenly wheeled on one young ingenue and said: WHO are you, WHERE are you and WHAT are you doing? The ingenue helpfully replied: "I'm Rhonda Jane, I'm in Town Theater, and we're rehearsing Annie."I ask these questions of myself quite often, out of the necessity of EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-72336506723574763592009-05-20T07:27:00.009-04:002009-05-20T14:24:21.250-04:00Everybody's working for the weekend... ...at least I am, since it's already Wednesday and I'm only up to last Thursday in Ireland. However, I'll make a last push today (or tomorrow at latest) to finish up the trip. On Thursday night (that is LAST Thursday night, May 14ish), after a few drinks with friends in the suite at the Morrison, I did use the Best Bathroom in the World (double Jacuzzi, massive shower, votive candles, lots of EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-29353383306986227702009-05-19T06:08:00.007-04:002009-05-19T07:17:45.956-04:00In a futile attempt to time-travel back to the past......forging ahead with recollections of the previous week before they disappear like so many half-remembered dreams. (I had a dream on the plane that my sweetie came to pick us up at the airport and we got lost on the way home).I'm heading back to work today, and part of what I need to do is begin to convert the raw material of last week's travels into the finished product of articles online and EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-53720158226164218812009-05-17T12:48:00.011-04:002009-05-18T22:55:21.705-04:00I seem to have left my pants somewhere......which is one of the downsides of staying in many, many lovely hotels. They are probably at the Grand Canal Hotel in Ballsbridge...or at the Morrison, where I stayed the night before. I hope they turn up...before we left, I ordered a pair of jeans in a tall size from L.L. Bean, and they told me they don't make the tall ones in my size anymore. In a recession, it's always the tall people who EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-24582754274278226172009-05-13T19:47:00.010-04:002009-05-17T12:48:14.627-04:00Who Knows Where the Time Goes? (I sure don't...)Very early Thursday morning here...(actually Wednesday night when I started this post; as you can see, I'm finishing it Saturday morning. BAD blogger!) and it's been several evenings, day and evening of gogogo in Dublin. And I have to catch you up from Tuesday already!Tuesday was actually a "work" day for me...that is, work that isn't based here: all kinds of deadlines and emails and things from EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-5053582261383058602009-05-12T08:04:00.006-04:002009-05-12T09:22:09.853-04:00Just can't stay away from DublinTales from Opening Night...the man who flew across the ocean; the 49 euro bed; and that guy from Provincetown.As the playwright, I get to spend the day of Opening Night doing such important things as buying presents for the cast and getting my hair cut. It continued lovely in Dublin, and I changed hotels from the Fitzwilliam 'round the corner to the Shelbourne. The Fitzwilliam was a modern hotel,EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-67109919299579321952009-05-10T17:48:00.008-04:002009-05-10T19:18:59.944-04:00EatinIreland 2009 version...and we're back!It's either the end of one very long day, or the start of the second day of the journey. We're here at the Absolut Dublin International Gay Theatre Festival.After last year's successful visit with three plays (Some Are People, Tom Cruise Get off the Couch, and Emily Breathes), we applied again with two plays. J. Stephen Brantley's Break and my own The Adventures of... Both are EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-78758747258218467102008-05-20T05:42:00.006-04:002008-12-09T06:01:54.134-05:00May the road rise up to meet you......and may you make it back to work on time today. Yesterday was a 3000-plus mile blur, and we thought for a moment about taking a group picture at the airport (because even though we meant to do it the whole time we were in Ireland, we never actually managed it). But everyone was so fried, and we all looked like we'd been partying the night before and then went on a 7-hour plane trip. I'd meant EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-27722346441804664922008-05-19T03:15:00.003-04:002008-12-09T06:01:54.285-05:00"I shouldn't have coffee. I'm going to sleep on the plane."Oh my gosh. They're calling our flight. So much for deathless prose at 8:17 in the morning. And I paid 5 euro for wireless!More later...Love, The Ambassadress of Soul.EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-2948527064574262732008-05-18T07:23:00.005-04:002008-12-09T06:01:54.397-05:00So long and thanks for all the fish!Tonight's the final gala, and already some people have left, back to their hometowns, or where they're staying. And of course, most of the first week participants are just a memory. I'm looking forward to the Gala, which will feature snippets from most of the plays, including a number from our own Miss Fitt (Brett Douglas). I will definitely need a disco nap this afternoon! As I learned from the EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-87038529821267639182008-05-17T08:18:00.004-04:002008-12-09T06:01:54.547-05:00"She kicks with the other foot, so to speak"As I was dropping off postcards yesterday, I stopped in a shop that sells soccer stuff, and asked if I could leave some there. The proprietor said sure, and asked if I was in one of the plays; I said I wrote one, and he asked if it was the one at Liberty Hall, and I said no, but I'd seen it. "It's about the Countess Markevicz," he told me. "And her sister who (he paused) kicked with the other EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-43126682491908857812008-05-16T06:08:00.007-04:002008-12-09T06:01:54.614-05:00Boat Races on the Liffey & UlyssesI was on the Skype this morning with my sweetie and I heard drums and cheering outside my window. Hold on a minute, I said, and ran to the terrace to see...these sort of gondolas racing side by side, oarsmen stroking away to the accompaniment of drums beating out the time. They raced to the bridge then began again. I think they raced to the James Joyce Bridge...or perhaps the Sean O'Casey. I was EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-58221528559642014452008-05-15T12:41:00.006-04:002008-12-09T06:01:55.014-05:00A Word on PromotingSee the pretty Oscar Wilde flags that greeted us on our arrival in Dublin's City Center? The same logo was all over the place, even on garbage cans at the airport. I was quit pleased and a little surprised at how well advertised the festival is. I guess I'm a little jaded from living in New York where theatre is constantly happening. I have to admit I take it for granted a lot of the time...Bretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12278310402216769152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-86129045170899380832008-05-15T07:36:00.007-04:002008-12-09T06:01:55.118-05:00"Anyone can catch a cake"Good advice from a drag queen.(And the woman at left, of course, is not a drag queen, but Lynn Rafferty, one of the actors in Carolyn Gage's play "The Countess and the Lesbians," which I saw last night.)I am, of course, a great fan of drag queens (and if you ever put one in a play, she will steal the show!) so last night, I was quite pleased to see not one, but two performing at the George. They EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956755817368096124.post-13297650591183835602008-05-14T11:56:00.003-04:002008-05-14T12:12:59.696-04:00On a sunny day in Dublin......I am missing someone. I did not use to be that sort of person. It's been an achy sort of day. I cabbed over from the Abbott to Number 31 this morning. It's another OH MY GOD, I'm staying HERE? YAY! sort of room. It's a beautiful, lovingly restored Georgian house & carriage house, with (literally) beautiful people answering the door and all your needs. They brought me coffee and homemade EATinIrelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853469711360687320noreply@blogger.com0