At around 5PM we went back to our tailors to get fitted in our new clothes. It was a bad idea, but we didn't have a choice. We were hot and sticky and so were the 12 other people who were getting fitted at the same time!
Crazy is an understatement. Picture girls crying because they don't look good in their dresses, small women screaming at each other in Vietnamese (either making fun of us or who knows...), and a small family eating dinner and watching TV in the back.
Jill's pants. Well, let's just say they didn't fit. The key to this entire process is finding a saleswomen who is nice. Jill was less lucky than me in this department. I think she got visibly upset when Jill couldn't sit down. Customer service first, right? Not so much...
But, that's why we went for the fitting. They still had plenty of time to fix it.
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