Just to give you an idea, the Night Bazaar is five blocks' worth of cheap, cheap goods, handicrafts, artwork, sculpture, paintings, clothing, food, etc. It's pretty much a shopaholic's crack house....if that makes sense. Needless to say, it's easy to find anything you want.
Well. Not when you're shopping with Stacey.
This has happened before. If you've ever read our Italy blog posts, you might have seen the (many) ones where I wrote that Stacey couldn't make up her mind about what food to buy. We were constantly on the hunt for the right "food experience." In Chiang Mai, apparently we are trying to find the right "pant experience." There are these fisherman's pants here that everyone is wearing. Because they're awesome. They're lightweight, cute, and extremely affordable. All of the clothing vendors sell them, and we love wearing them. I already have a few pairs. We decided that we wanted to buy them for some people back home, so we went to the Bazaar prepared to buy in one bulk transaction, hoping to slash some prices even more with quantity.
That would have worked. Really well, it probably would have worked really well. Except Stacey (not, as she said, that it's a bad thing--necessarily) is exceptionally picky. She bought this pair of pants with a certain elephant print on them, and is insisting that she wants to buy another pair of the same kind to give away. Now, keep in mind that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of vendors who sell these pants. The streets are literally packed on both sides of both sidewalks. Each vendor that sells the pants probably has between 15-30 patterns to choose. Last night, we walked the ENTIRE Night Bazaar from end to end, corner to corner, and couldn't find those stupid elephant pants. Every time we saw a booth with the pants, I would yell "pants!" and Stacey would turn and give me the stink eye. She says I'm too excited and that I have no poker face. Duh. Anyone who watches movies with me knows that (Nicole, Bart, am I right?). Everything I think, it's like an LED ticker tape, running across my forehead. This is not great for bargaining. Stacey said, "You act like you want it," to which I said, "Well, I do!" To my credit though, I'm also very good at "running out of money" (ahh, no money left--only 100 baht!).
Whatever. The point is, we walked for about an hour and a half before I started pushing other prints of pants really hard. Stacey asked this poor guy for elephant print pants, and he started pulling every pair of pants that featured elephants (probably over a dozen), and frowned in dismay when she rejected all of them.
Now she's laughing because she knows how ridiculous this is.
After two hours of fruitless pant shopping (well, fruitless for Stacey--I bought three pairs of pants, some herbs and spices, a wooden mask, and some drinks), I dragged her into a massage parlor for an hour long foot, head, and back massage (150 baht, thank you!). I deserved it :)
Thought this internet sign was hilarious.
Then, to my chagrin, after taking a picture of the internet sign, I fell down as I was trying to get back into my chair. We were not dignified customers. Not at all.
This was from earlier in the day. Just a typical sight on the roads of Chiang Mai.
I can totally imagine Stacey in a market like that...hahah!!!
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