The Return of the Irish Bear

Mood: Sad
Music: The buzz of the fluorescent lights - My office
Units of Caffeine: 6
Days Until Vacation: 8

I just returned from one of the weekly major's meetings that I never attend anymore. I went to deliver my schpeal about the Ren Mad, but more importantly I knew that the Irish Bear was coming to do a workshop. It was fan-fucking-tastic, but really, an hour workshop isn't enough, it really isn't. After the brief workshop, he talked about taking the Irish play we created back in January to New York City next semester. He is holding auditions in the form of a three hour workshop tomorrow afternoon and told everyone who even has a remote interest in the project to come. A friend of mine told me this might happen, and I've had a few days to think about this: Of course, I will no longer be a student next semester, but I think the department would be willing to work with me if I told them I were interested, (especially with the lack of men within the department.) But, then of course I am planning on moving in June, and I am already suffering from the mistake of taking on more than I can handle; I really don't want to do that again.

So, I made up my mind on this a day or two ago. The workshop ended; the Irish Bear stopped talking; and I headed out the door, back to my whole-in-the-wall office. The Irish Bear stopped me as I went for the door and asked if he was going to see me tomorrow. I told him that I was moving to Seattle next semester and he just looked at me and said, "So, you're answer is 'no,' then!?" We went back and forth for a while and he looked personally offended at the fact that I was not auditioning. Aside from the unique opportunity it would be, the Irish Bear is a difficult man to say no to.

It is a unique experience: the idea of taking an original work that you helped create to NYC, but I had an incredibly unique experience in Dublin last January - an experience the likes of which I don't even think NY could compare to.