Last day! I can’t believe it. We let Boston sleep in for once and went to lunch at an Indian restaurant around the corner from his apt. My chicken kabob was good, but Kavita didn’t approve of her dosa. “That’s what you get when a Northern Indian lady cooks a Southern Indian dish.” Don’t worry, Mrs. Nair. You’re still #1 cook in your daughter’s heart.
Gotta love this taxi
After lunch I wanted to go to the WWII memorial to take some pics. The taxi driver who took us there had crazy long nails on both hands with just the left painted black. He had a mullet so for a while I was trying to decide if it was a woman, but I decided that it must just be a very strange man. The WWII memorial grounds are really pretty, and they are very strict with your actions inside. You need a photo id, and you can’t run or walk on the grass.
Afterwards we headed to the mall where the pearl negotiations would go down. We walked around for a bit before Monica, Boston’s lady friend, joined us to try to get an idea of what we want, but honestly, it was way too overwhelming. Don’t give me a thousand choices for a necklace. I just don’t care enough! Luckily Monica is a trained pearl buyer/price haggler, and once I decided what I wanted (with her help, of course) she would send us away to get down to business. They go lower with just locals; white people drive up prices. At one stand we didn’t like any of the strands and as we walked away, Monica said she had to pick the next stand carefully hoping it wasn’t a relative of the previous one. They wouldn’t sell to us even if we wanted to buy because they feel that it’s bad for business. Luckily we found a good stand that hadn’t had a sale that day so they were willing to go very low. First sales of the day are considered lucky. It only took an hour or so, but it was a bit tiring and I didn’t even really do anything! I gave B props for doing this 3 times (although each time with help!). Just deciding what you want and then doing a hard negotiation makes you wonder if it’s worth it to even get them. Since mine were gifts, I persevered, but had they been for me and I been alone – I bet I would have given up. I won’t miss having to haggle about prices. Thanks a million, Monica!
After dinner, Monica had to go do some work, so we headed for …. one… last… time!
Daily Massage Report
We went back to TonTon (don’t mess with a good thing) for a full body this time. Kavita wasn’t feeling well, so B & I had to face them on our own. This one focused more on the upper body – back, arms, and head. I got many elbows in the back! “Get at it, TonTon lady!” While I would prefer more foot and leg action, I was pretty happy. I give the TonTon full body: 4 stars – not a bad way to go out!
Well done sister. Hope your flight went well and that you didn't have to listen to your iPod the whole flight.
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