| 02 October 2008
Last night I went to the office to get my schedule for today and Jean-Michel was just about to hit "Print" when I arrived. I peered over his shoulder and said "Are you going to finish it, or what?" since it was completely blank."That's not a mistake, that's your schedule tomorrow."
By some miracle of the Gods, there was absolutely nothing scheduled for the evening during our overnight in Rome. I didn't have gangway in the morning, Holly was on duty during the day, so Breanna and I had sweet fuck-all to do for 24 hours. Wow!
I went to bed without setting my alarm, and unfortunately woke up with the chorus of both "The Candy Man" and "Mamma Mia" alternating in my head. And I couldn't shake them all damn day.
So Bree, Claudia and I headed out at noon for find some lunch and began a day of nothing.
After a long lunch, Bree was pretty dead, so she headed back to the ship, and left us to do some grocery shopping. Claudia then had to be back at the ship by 4, so I went solo to find an internet cafe to download some movies. They were all crappy holes in the wall, and with "Look at me now! Will I ever learn - I don't know how..." looping in my brain, I eventually began to make my way back to the ship too. I bumped into Seth - one of the singers from the cast, and decided to join him on his quest for some wine and bruschetta.
We found a little cafe along the oceanfront and ordered a bottle and 2 fantastic bruschetta platters. While enjoying the sun setting into the sea, I noticed there was free net access, so I opened my MacBook to check the new releases. Mamma Mia! came out last night, so I decided to download it since I knew some people who would like to watch it, as well as a homage to the damn "My, my - how can I resist you?" still bleating in my skull.
I off-handedly mentioned my woes to Seth when a big grin came across his face. I immediately realized my folly. You see, Seth is the one actually singing "Mamma Mia" in the ABBA set during one of the production shows. So of course he starts singing the song at the top of his lungs to firmly re-ingrain the lyrics into my brain.
Prick.