Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
Okay, I really only experienced the first two…but it is early in the game, you never know–just a joke, Mom, don’t worry. Oh, and by the way, I have NOT caught the Asian Bird Flu…yet.
Steve, Scott and I went to China town the first night so I could go to the tailor for some new clothes…real clothes, not the Emperor kind. WOW! Now that was an experience. We walked in and Steve was immediately recognized and rushed by Mr. Paul, the tailor. He ushered us in and plied with drinks. Scott tried to be all, “no, no thanks. None for me.” He was given Chivas Regal and told to drink and buy, er, be quiet. I just had some Tiger Beer. We spent over an hour and a half there looking through books to pick designs, picking out materials and getting me measured. I think they measured every possible distance- shoulder to waist, shoulder to top of boobs, shoulder to aureoles, shoulder to under boobs, shoulder to hips, boobs to waist, boobs to hips, under boobs to waist, aureola to aureola, etc. That was just the first few measurements. Guys get only 7 measurements for a suit. Lucky them! We finally decided on 1 dress, 1 mandarin style blouse, 1 french style blouse, and one cool jacket.
