you’d know that there is no place that makes me happier than the beach – hawaii, february 2010 (yes, i’m drinking sparkling cider because for the months leading up to a positive pregnancy test ABN was convinced i shouldn’t have ANY alcohol. or raw fish. that was fun).
in the last few days i’ve come across this post on a couple of my favorite spaces around the blogosphere. first HERE. then HERE. and others as well. and i figured, i may as well jump on board too. i find that so often i’m talking about the current, the in the moment, the now, in this space. but there’s so much history that makes me who i am. here’s a little bit of a peak inside the inner workings of LBN.
if you really knew me…
you’d know that from kindergarten through at least 6th grade, my dad would take me shopping every year, before the first day of school, for a new outfit. it would be a head to toe ensemble, with matching socks and hair accessories. we’d hit up the hottest store of the time – in kindergarten it was ESPRIT (which, i’m shocked to discover, still exists!), by 4th or 5th grade, it was the limited. once i started middle school and i wore a uniform to school, my dad would still take me shopping if there was a special event – i remember a trip to ANN TAYLOR for my first long, flowy skirt, and a new coat from BLOOMINGDALES for my 18th birthday.
present day recreation of the past
you’d know that when we lived in LA we spent one weekend a month at our condo in palm springs. my brother and i would spend hours as the only kids in the pool with the octogenarians while my dad soaked in the sun and my mom read vanity fair. we’d ride our bikes along the flat, interconnected cul de sac (is that even a thing?) that outlined the complex and play handball against the garage. for breakfast we picked fresh grapefruit and for dinner we ordered in TONY ROMAS. the carpet was dark brown shag, at least an inch and a half tall and the sectional sofa was brown and green and mustard yellow and cream and floral. i’d pay big money for that sofa today.
this was not college – this was 5 years ago on the family cruise to no-where. by this point, i was drinking much more expensive cocktails
you’d know that i was famous for the drinks i “mixed” in college. cheap CHEAP vodka and hawaiian punch or cheap CHEAP vodka and kaluha and skim milk from the student store. i’m telling you – people would come from across campus to taste one of my concoctions – i can’t believe we used to choke that stuff down. just to be clear – i still LOVE a “skinny” white russian, i just select top shelf vodka
you’d know that when my parents told me – while out to dinner on mother’s day when i was 16 – that we were moving from LA to connecticut, i just about lost my mind. i was sure in that moment that my life would be ruined forever and that i would never recover. and while i held on to those feelings much longer than necessary – my life was not ruined. in fact, everything worked out for the best.
2 things to note – 1. apparently, this is the face i make when i see ira glass live. 2. apparently, this was the quality of phone photos back in 2005. we’ve come a long way
you’d know that ABN and i owe a large part of our relationship to THIS AMERICAN LIFE podcasts.
EBN resting her sweet head
you’d know that i can’t sleep without my silky pillow. i’ve had a baby-sized satin pillow forever and while, for years i was under the belief that the current pillow was still the original, i later learned that the REAL NANI would replace my gnarly, stained, stuffing falling out, thread-bare pillows with one of the fresh back-ups she always kept on hand. i will never forget when she once walked into my room and had to cover her mouth, completely horrified to see a mostly brown silky pillow on my bed. ABN makes fun of me because i like to rub the corner of the pillow under my nose. it’s a coping mechanism. my oldest BFF COURTNEY would always steal my silky pillow during our countless sleep-overs, but as a true friend, she’d always return it before it was time for sleep. as soon as i was sure that EBN would not suffocate, i placed a new silky pillow, with an ever changing assortment of vintage embroidered pillowcases, in her crib and now, she places her head directly on it and tucks her arms underneath it as she drifts off to sleep.
alright, enough about me. anything i should know about you?