Another Evening at the Theatre

That evening we all assembled once more in front of the naked lady (who we still hadn't clothed with Lynette's zebra print dress) and took our seats in the theatre. Well I say we all, I actually mean myself and Gaby waited next to the naked lady for about four minutes and then went to get a seat. To be honest I wasn't there for the music - I love music, but I had the feeling it was going to be a little on the dull side. I just quite enjoyed being in the theatre in our little booth, with plush red velvet everywhere.

After a while Bree arrived and wanted to join us in our little booth. We were quite a long way up and had a great view so I directed her to where we were, but it was like a maze and unfortunately because all the booths look the same, it was a case of trial and error. In the end I had to go and find her so that she stopped terrifying people by bursting through the curtains expecting to find me and Gaby.

Once we were all settled and had stop frightening the locals, we found that the best bit about the whole experience was taking pictures of each other looking regal. I would share some of these with you, but I deleted them on account of the fact I was laughing so much that without the flash, blurry was certainly the order of the day.

Still. No worries. I don't have any pictures of the band, but I do have a video - watch with caution, they're a rowdy lot.

Anyway Bree decided that although she was loving the booth, she was going to watch down in the circle with the commoners (it's her video).

The concert went on for a while and when they came back for their encore I decided that it was perfect timing  because I needed to do some homework for Wendy. I don't know what 'encore' means in Sicilian, but apparently one of the translations is 'come back again and again and play for at least twice as long as you did before the encore'. I stayed another twnety minutes and then called it a day.

Though I had initially feared the music would be dull, it turned out to be noisy and energetic and almost as bad as boring music. With boring music the worst that will happen is you fall asleep; with loud music the worst that can happen is a banging headache. Gaby stayed until the bitter end, I couldn't manage it.

It was still a good night though, and my authentic Italian experience was getting better by the day. I went to bed after I'd trawled through all my homework and woke refreshed the next morning. Not only was I ready for class, but I was ready for the tour of Camerino that we were to have that afternoon.