I never really posted any stories from the cruise that I took during the summer. There are so many stories that I could tell, but there's one that
Ashley and I have been laughing about all week. I'll be nice and share it with you. Get ready, get set, because here we go. Each night we got all fancied up and went to dinner in the dining room. The meal always started with a delicious assortment of bread served to us by a Bread Boy. We were trying to recall Bread Boy's name this week--we're thinking it was Anton. He was one of those BFN's (Best Friends for Now), so we've kind of forgotten a minor detail like his name. Anton would make his way around the table asking us what type of bread we wanted. Our friend Erica would call the bread she wanted by name, "I'd like the baguette, please". This beyond impressed me because if there was a line up of bread, I couldn't tell you what a baguette looked like. No clue.
Each night when Anton made his way over to me, I always pointed to the same little round piece of bread. I pointed to it like bread was a foreign thing. Almost like being at a restaurant and you can't pronounce the menu item. You just do one of those point at the menu deals and say, "I'll have this, please". My bread selection was a tasty one. I smothered it with butter. Paula Deen would've been proud of me. Each night the same thing continued. Erica would say the proper bread name, I'd point and say, "That one". By about the third night, I decided I was going to be sassy, I suppose. I was ready. I needed to be bread educated. Erica asked for her baguette. Anton asked me what I'd like. I pointed to "my" bread and asked, "What's this one here?" Anton paused and said, "A roll". He said it in a duh kinda way. Yes. It was awesome. The bread that had stumped me for nights was simply a roll, my friends. Seriously? A roll? Anton laughed. I laughed. We all laughed. It was one of my typical stupid Sarah moments.
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| Here I am with the mystery bread. The "roll". |
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The night we were docked in Nassau, we saw Bread Boy out. Let's just say when Bread Boy is without his bread basket and name tag, he likes to get down.
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| Me and Mr. "It's a roll". |
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| Here's a fun little collage of just a teensy bit of our cruise shenanigans. |
