"How did some slip of a girly boy from communist East Berlin become the internationally ignored song stylist barely standing before you?"

Woo-hoo! Last night I got to go to a local production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch! 'Hedwig...' is a rock-musical that had gained popularity as on off-Broadway show and was made into a film version that I have enjoyed repeatedly. Despite the fact that I absolutely adore the film version, I never thought I would ever get a chance to see the story of Hedwig in the form of a live show (like the show that the movie was based on). Last night though, thanks to a local production, I got to see Hedwig live! It was amazing! So good...

Getting to the theatre did prove to be a bit of a problem though. Colette had found out where it was on a map ahead of time and since we are in a relatively central location, we decided to walk there. After about 30 minutes (with frequent pauses for me to pull out my camera and take cheesy photos, betraying my hidden identity as a tourist), we got to the appropriate street and address. However, the theatre didn't seem to be where the address indicated. Hmm... We walked around, trying to figure out where it might be, when a cab drove by with two familiar faces peering out. Knowing these girls, we know they must also be in search of Hedwiggy goodness. Their cab pulled over a few metres beyond us. The cabbie was confused. This was the address, but he had no idea about were the theatre might be either.

At that point there were four of us wandering about. If lost, it's nice to be lost with other people. You feel less silly... :) The other girls had with them some vague directions involving an archway and a brick wall. However, in Dublin, I'm afraid these really aren't distinguishing landmarks. We did find a number of lovely brick wall-arch combinations though... Our little party was soon joined by another would-be theatre goer on bicycle. We all just walked about asking people if they knew where the Focus Theatre was. Eventually we found someone who could point us in the right direction and the five of us raced to where his finger was pointing. Just as we made it back to the main road, the cabbie that had delivered the other two girls pulled up and excitedly announced that he had found the theatre. The four of us on foot piled into the cab and the lass on the bike followed behind. As we pulled up, we all agreed that we would never have found it on our own. In my eagerness to race inside to se the show I swung open the cab's door, nearly knocking over our bicycling theatre-goer in the process.

The theatre was rather small and had very few actual seats. Many of the patrons were on benches. The two girls from the cab hadn't had a chance to purchase tickets in advance and were told that the show was sold out. However, some sweet talking by the door bought them two couch cushions on the floor: front row-centre. The show was amazing though. It was just so wonderful to finally see a movie so dear to my heart live as it was originally intended. *sniff*

Anyways, off I run. Shakespeare tonight... (Yey for preview tickets being cheaper!)