Sister Brimmo is on the last leg of her year long adventure in Asia. (Wow, that year went quick!) During her last month, Britt has opted to go beyond the borders of Thailand once more and see some wonders of this world.
Her first stop? India.
While Nonna is always curious where Britt is, given the recent seismic activity in Japan and Myanmar, she pretty much wants an hour by hour itinerary. This evening, over dinner, I was informing Nonna that I heard from Britt and that she arrived in India safely.
Nonna: What she doing? Where she is?
Me: She is in India.
Nonna: Why she go over there?
Me: She wanted to see the country.
Nonna: What does the country have? Some nature beautiful?
Me: Well, right now, she is headed to see the Taj Mahal.
Nonna: She go see a CASINO?
I actually uncontrollably lost it at this point (to the point where I knocked over my water).
Me: The Taj Mahal is not a casino.
Nonna: Yes it is. I see it on Atlantic City. The Taj Mahal. I think the “You fired” guy ownin that thing.
Me: That is true…there is a casino in Atlantic City named Trump Taj Mahal. But the actual Taj Mahal is one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Nonna: Why. What is it?
Me: Its a mausoleum.
Nonna: (in a reverant whisper) REAAAAALLLLY. So tell me one thing. Why they make a casino after that place.
Me: I don’t know, probably because its so beautiful and they want people to think the Casino and hotel are beautiful like the actual site.
Nonna: No. You tellin me its a mausoleum. The one over Atlantic City too? Its no casino, its a mausoleum?
Me: No. No. The one in Atlantic City is just designed to look like the one in India kind of. The one in Atlantic City is a casino.
Nonna: You been over there?
Me: To Atlantic City?
Me: Yes. (Duh…what self respecting girl from New Jersey hasn’t put on a sparkly dress and drank rum and diets by the $10 black jack table).
Nonna: You gamble?
Me: No I watch people gamble.
Nonna: I don like these things.
Me: I’m sorry.
Nonna: So when your sister go over these places, she gamble?
Me: Where? When she goes to Atlantic City? Or India?
Me: No. She can’t even drink there.
Nonna: Oh praise Jesus. (Italian prayer) Oh thank you. Thank you Jesus. I so happy she no drinking over there. For the first time in my life I no worry that any of my grandchildren drinkin.
Me: What about Lauren? (Lil Immo)
Nonna: MY LAUREN DON DRINK.
Nonna: You think she drink?
Me: No. Definitely not.
Nonna: She work so hard that girl. She never drinkin.
Nonna: So Brinny (Nonna still can’t pronounce Britt’s name correctly) seeing dead bodies?
Me: No. She’ll see tomb.
Nonna: (hyena laughter) I hope one wake up and say BOO! GO HOME TO YOUR NONNA!
Me: You are too cute.
Nonna: I try the best I can.