Then my dad’s credit card guy walks up to us at Transfers, and offers us a free lounge for the duration of our wait!
I couldn’t help but remember the great story of Carrie in the lounge in Melbourne, was it? By Britni Pepper . I looked at the spa longingly, but we didn’t have enough time.
We did get a great meal and a yum drink, too.
Don’t ask me what’s in it, for the minute I sipped it I realized it was loaded with sugar and off-limits for me.
Ha! Who am I kidding? I asked the barkeep to help me take a picture in front of the bar so that I could fool my husband into thinking I had had a drink.
How scandalous, a good chaste Indian woman drinking, when she’s supposed to be on a trip to take her father, who has heart trouble, to the famous Dr. Cherian’s hospital in Chennai.