This trip is such a whirlwind I can hardly keep up with the wardrobe changes.
Here’s what we’ve had going since yesterday:
BO was quite taken with Humayun’s Tomb (aka, the mini-Taj):
Translation: We suck, butt you guys are terrific!
And yup, their contractors were the best. Butt I understand the actual laborers weren’t represented by the SEIU and didn’t earn a living wage. Butt some oppressors are worse than others.
We had a chance to dazzle our hosts with our tallness at dinner last night:
Lady M in Presidential flats
The embroidered jacket could almost be vintage St. John from the 90’s. Butt I’m sure it’s not. And look: we finally found pants that don’t cause that “unseamly” binding. And nothing is wrinkled! I’m happy.
The ensemble was actually a homage to Indian dress uniforms, seen here in the background behind Gibbsy’s finger (on the left hand):
We’ve also been busy shopping, visiting with the adorable little children, throwing rose petals and laying commemorative wreaths (in New Delhi, we couldn’t make the Fort Hood services this year due to a scheduling conflict).
No fat behinds here! I smell a vegetarian FDA food pyramid coming soon
So far the only thing missing is a bow. We’ve had to settle for the universal ethnic restaurant gesture of superiority.
However, we still have our address to Parliament, so it’s too early to give up. Speaking of which, Big Guy is up, so I’ve got to run.