wistful nostalgia

cousins chanh, tc, suzanne and i grew up with the new kids on the block.
we spent our summers learning dance routines to “the right stuff”,
carefully crafting fan letters proclaiming our undying love and devotion,
and playing the hangin’ tough vhs ad nauseam until the magnetic tape would stretch
and the images would become static messes.

we were little girls madly in love for the first time,
the kind of love that never goes away.

i’m supposed to be in los angeles this summer,
so i called each cousin tonight and asked them (in a very serious tone)
“can you leave friday, july 1st open for me?”

when i explained i could snag us tickets to the knotb concert for that night,
their response was hysterical,
screeching excitement,
like tweeny boppers all over again.

july 1st,
one night of childhood bliss with three beautiful cousins,
it’s on like donkey kong!

hangin' tough

che che

this past weekend,
my cousins and i met halfway in san luis obispo
for a relaxing all-girls retreat
away from work, school, the children.

friday night at the madonna inn,
i dolled up suzanne and tc
and we hammed it up for the camera
(tran, just as adorable, was camera shy and went to bed early).



yours truly.




dollin’ tc up.


we tried to act sexy






serious (though i think tc thought i said constipated)




but then suzanne fell


and then tc’s eyelash fell off


and then the pictures got blurrier


and blurrier


and then i tried to call it a night, but then this crazy old lady..


we had an awesome time at the beach
and ate lots of awesome cookies

currently watching:
and i have the most awesome cousins.
check out this .mov of suzanne,
doin’ the head bounce to some renaissance music at a restaurant.


i hated

tomatoes when i was a little kid.
my cousin tc used to tease me all the time.
she would draw tomatoes on pieces of paper and tape them to the toilet seats, bedroom wall, hallway wall…
once, when she thought i was sleeping, she crept up to my bed and in a raucous voice, she said,
“i am mr. tomato. you want to eat me. eat me. EAT ME!”

i woke up the next morning with a tomato neatly placed on the pillow next to me.
in black ink, a happy face was drawn on it.

now she’s married

just spat out little alec.


i’m still adjusting to us being adults.