My bestie BFF Deece has finally moved to Washington! Which means that I no longer can call her at 1AM my time when it’s early evening over on Saipan. I can just go to her house like a normal person not some weirdo you ask, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping now?” Yay for being in the same time zone!
Deece was the most popular girl in junior high. She still looks like she’s entering high school and we will talk on the phone about the boys who like her and all the made-up or Internet boys who like me. And now she’s only a drive away, not a plane ride from Seattle to Japan then a plane ride from Japan to Guam then finally a ride in a plane the size of a hallway from Guam to Saipan.
TJ was sleeping when we arrived so I pulled him out of his carseat and handed his sleepy body over to Deece while I grabbed some things for her. TJ opened his eyes slowly and patted her face and glasses, probably thinking this light complexioned Pacific Islander mother was *his* light complexioned Pacific Islander mother. Of course, only way younger. And better in all things!
Our kids played with each other. They fed ducks and blew bubbles. I was surprised at how quickly the ducks appeared for our bread scraps, even leaping onto the paved path near our feet. I hollered to Deece, “These ducks are not afraid of humans!”
Another nice thing: I met Tara for the first time! I remember reading blog way back during a biggest blogging loser challenge because in her before picture, she had on clothes. Something which I did not do, so sorry BBL organizers!
We had drinks and food at Marination Ma Kai on Alki, along with Shalini, Liz, Josie and Kate. We spent a wonderful evening laughing about kids and crazy moms and in-fighting over department store PA systems. I had ordered kimchi fried rice with kalbi beef but I got tofu instead which I ate without sending it back because I was already pretty deep into it (Hey hardworking business! I ate most of this but it isn’t what I ordered, can you get me a new one?!!) and I figured this was the universe telling me Mona, you should be eating better, fatty fatty two by four.
Nearby, I watched a family have their portrait taken. There was a huge lighting set-up with reflectors and soft boxes and I noticed the mother not smiling at all. She sat between her husband and children, her lips tight. At first I was puzzled why someone wouldn’t smile while spending SO MUCH MONEY. But then maybe she was still upset because she and her husband had a fight, the kids didn’t want to wear the coordinated outfits, someone didn’t send in the school papers, nothing had been easy. I wanted to wave her over, have a bite, have a shot. Or three. Give her a hug and tell her it’s okay, girlfriend and send her off in the direction we were all headed that night, back to our families and loved ones and places that pull our hearts apart and piece them back together every single day.