"I hope you get sick and die!" "Yeah, well I hope you just die!"

Two firsts on Fids and LJ's last day: a meal without alcohol, and a pizza with french fries on it. You know what they say...when in Sorrento. (Even though it was called "The Sorrento" the waiter laughed when I ordered it...). We also all kept a straight face when Liza ordered the Fagotino (no pun intended).

A few things I've not mentioned for lack of time: 

-At Pompeii, one of the last things you see on Rick's walking tour is the brothel. In the brothel there are frescos above each room that serve as a "menu" for services. Pompeiians were k.i.n.k.y. bitches. Thankfully a certain member of our group was quite familiar with the different positions and could explain to the rest of us vestal virgins what we were seeing. Today while strolling we found a 2010 calendar called "Erotic Pompeii" that many of you can expect to receive in your stockings.

-Sorrento is empty of people. The main season is from May to September so lots of places are closed until then, which is just really super. It took us forever to find a place to eat dinner on Friday night, and the streets were empty. But then last night they were over run by the unmistakable stench of adolescent testosterone. Despite our big nite out on the town, not one of us was bought a drink. I mean, hello mister 14-year old boy!? Doesn't your momma give you an allowance for a reason?

-The first song we heard when we landed in Milan two weeks ago was Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold." I hate that song. Hate is the word that I'm using here. And every single DAMN day in Italy I have heard that song or another of her songs at least once. Last night at the bar they played it TWICE. Oh Katy Perry...you're such a fleshy face.

-A couple mornings ago, E-Roc said to no one in particular, "whoever invented the zipper was brilliant. It's so much better than velcro" Fast forward less than an hour later and she broke the zipper on her purse and almost busted the zipper on her suitcase. Now, I don't want to point any fingers, but Fids had a glint in her eye when E-Roc said that, and I'm pretty sure she used her wicca powers to break that purse...the same powers she used to change the weather, give me an invisible bug bite and to transfix the crowd at Danielle's American Bar into thinking she was Britney Spears.

-The toilet situation here is interesting. We've yet to find a bathroom that has all of the above: a seat, running water, soap and a hand dryer. One of those is always missing from the equation. They also all have shared hand-washing areas, so if someone is doing their bizness, a man could be standing outside the door hearing the unmistakable sounds of...well, you know.

Liza, E-Roc and I head back to Milan tomorrow to catch our flight home. We were just looking up our hotel for the last night (which we booked during "Italy Practice" in DC which ended at 3 a.m. with karaoke) and the site refers to it as "a jewel among Milan's one-star hotels." CAN'T WAIT!!!!