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This morning Lee and I went to Trinity to take the tour and see the Book of Kells. It was a gorgeous day, chilly but bright and sunny. We bought tickets just inside the main gate and then followed our guide, James, to the middle of the square. He looked a little like he should have been living in a garret in NYC--old jeans, stylish cowboy boots, a leather jacket over a sweater & collared shirt, and a striped scarf slung around his neck. Oh, and a priceless accent. (Reminded me a little of a few characters I've written, actually.) Lee leans over toward me and mutters, "So, a cute guide is a plus," to which I laugh, because I can't deny he's good looking, in a vague sort of way. And then he turns to lead us to the next stop, and after three steps of his walk, Lee and I look at each other and go, "Oh. He's gay." I mean. I don't usually make snap calls, but this grad student's walk was even more priceless than his accent. I have seen few girls pop their hips like this boy did, and the way he swept his scarf back every time it fell down was pure theatrics.
I'm stealing his walk for Devising class--we're supposed to take a walk off someone we see, and this one is too fabulous to pass up. Ahaha! Yay.
The tour itself was really good; informative and funny ("Samuel Beckett actually taught here for a few years, before he moved to Paris to become depressed"). I'm pretty sure James has done theater, or something like it, because he had a persona like none other--and utterly unnoticeable until he dropped it after the tour was over. Pretty much hilarious, in the people-watching-is-my-favorite-sport way.
We saw the Book of Kells--beautiful, but it's hard to fangirl books behind glass, in such a crowd. What was far easier to go weak-kneed for (and I did) was the Long Room of the Trinity Library, which is just above the Book of Kells. It's just one room, with a domed ceiling, lined with old books--the kind that make me catch my breath and make inadvertent noises of longing. And the signs proclaiming No Photography were positively painful--they have the windows blocked by white curtains, and the light seeping through them is the perfect light for photography. And Lee and I stood for far too long reading the 1916 Proclamation. History, mmmm.
And tonight a bunch of us found a place to go Salsa dancing. OH my feet hurt (cheap heels bought here are pretty--and purple!--but not very comfy), but it was fun; the place was nice (even though the music was painfully loud), and we danced up a storm even without a lot of partners around. Plus it's free, so how can you argue? Looks like we've found a Thursday night venue...
This weekend I am exploring Dublin more, going to museums and other free things. I have spent a lot of money...all of it on things that are good to spend money on (my most recent purchase? Plane tickets to Venice!!!), but I will like doing things that are free for a while. Intellectually freeing too. What's better? :)
I'm stealing his walk for Devising class--we're supposed to take a walk off someone we see, and this one is too fabulous to pass up. Ahaha! Yay.
The tour itself was really good; informative and funny ("Samuel Beckett actually taught here for a few years, before he moved to Paris to become depressed"). I'm pretty sure James has done theater, or something like it, because he had a persona like none other--and utterly unnoticeable until he dropped it after the tour was over. Pretty much hilarious, in the people-watching-is-my-favorite-sport way.
We saw the Book of Kells--beautiful, but it's hard to fangirl books behind glass, in such a crowd. What was far easier to go weak-kneed for (and I did) was the Long Room of the Trinity Library, which is just above the Book of Kells. It's just one room, with a domed ceiling, lined with old books--the kind that make me catch my breath and make inadvertent noises of longing. And the signs proclaiming No Photography were positively painful--they have the windows blocked by white curtains, and the light seeping through them is the perfect light for photography. And Lee and I stood for far too long reading the 1916 Proclamation. History, mmmm.
And tonight a bunch of us found a place to go Salsa dancing. OH my feet hurt (cheap heels bought here are pretty--and purple!--but not very comfy), but it was fun; the place was nice (even though the music was painfully loud), and we danced up a storm even without a lot of partners around. Plus it's free, so how can you argue? Looks like we've found a Thursday night venue...
This weekend I am exploring Dublin more, going to museums and other free things. I have spent a lot of money...all of it on things that are good to spend money on (my most recent purchase? Plane tickets to Venice!!!), but I will like doing things that are free for a while. Intellectually freeing too. What's better? :)
