last night, my mom and I googled 'how to tie a sarong' for a luau she was going to. We came across 'pareos', which are like sarongs but they have little tie ends (the fabric sort of tapers off). and she said, "i have one of those somewhere!" and then she found it, and tied it just like the lady on youtube told us to.
She asked, "is this appropriate? I think pareos are Tahitian, not Hawaiian" and I assured her it probably wouldn't matter. "Ok" she added, "I got this in Tahiti actually. Your father blew off stanford graduation and we stopped in Tahiti on our way to Australia... well, have a good night! We'll be back later"
this is when I realized that I know very little of my parents timeline. They met at Purdue some time in the 70's (1974 by my calculations), and John was born August 19th, 1984. There are 10 years unaccounted for. So today at lunch I pumped them for information, and realized that I have the most boring life ever.
2 comments:
i feel the same way sometimes.
we should do something epic.
soon.
Please do so we can live vicariously. I vote for Vegas.
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