i was a serious tomboy when i was little. my mom couldn’t trick me into a skirt or a dress if she tried. somewhere along the line, though, i embraced my girlhood. i believe i was in high school and by the time i reached college, i wanted to wear flowy skirts every single day.
speaking of high school, i had a 3 hour lunch today with a friend that i haven’t seen since the days when we worked on the high school newspaper together. the days when we loved madonna like nothing else and would sing every single song off of the “like a prayer” album while cruising in my 1985 red honda prelude with the sunroof open. as mai-lei said today, that open sunroof was freedom and music was our joy in those years. music and friends. and dancing at Einstein’s. and shopping at thrift stores. today we reminisced about each other. about how she was dramatic in those years and would come to school dressed in head to toe black with stark white make-up and her hair all tousled up like The Cure’s Robert Smith. oh man. she was smart, too. i, on the other hand, didn’t own anything the color of black. i wore hippy, colorful, baggy clothes and i was happy. she reminded me that i was determined and happy in those years and very social. and it’s true. i was. still am. we were an unlikely pair, but we were a pair nonetheless. we lost touch in college. and now she lives just up the road in this new city of mine. i love how the world works.