Tuesday, December 11, 2012
I realize it is highly unlikely that any of you are reading this right now, but on the very off chance that you have somehow inadvertently ended up here, I believe I owe you an apology. Please believe that when I asked the crew if we had already passed George Clooney's house, I did so only so that we could stop guessing in vain. Also, please take it on faith, that when I asked them to point it out when we did pass by, I was at best hoping for an announcement. I had to way of anticipating that we would end up doing aquatic donuts in front of the man's house. Trust me that it was not my intention to divert the express ferry so that we could have additional gawking time. Likewise, I did not foresee that my friend would take upon herself to dramatically and repeatedly pantomime flashing her breasts in the direction of said home (although her declaration on the train ride from Milan stating that if she saw Clooney, she was going to show her tits should have clued me in). I guess I should apologize to the small and somewhat frightened children for that one.