Japanese noodles with my oldest friend, Leslie, in which we strolled down a memory lane of pre-teen girl pockets, bulging with Sanrio bits.
It's 1983. We had gone to the mall with Tiffany and Kim, Tiffany sporting an oversized sweatshirt with one of those singular center pockets. We went to the Hallmark store. I think I may have boughten myseff a little Hello Kitty pencil or something. Then we went to Scotto Pizza nextdoor, where Tiffany and Kim proceeded to pour buckets of pens and erasers and pencils and such out of their pockets, and gave Leslie and I a look like, 'where's yer plunder?'. Leslie and I weren't klepto-rific.
Tiffany's mom was so cool. They lived in a giant Victorian on the other side of the tracks. He mother was in antiques, and had all sorts of vintage jewelry. She was so charmed by my interest in her collection that she gave me an old chain of pop-beads in the prettiest oranges and yellows.
Leslie got all giddy at the idea of us planning our own mini-reunion. Who's in?
9:38 a.m. - 2004-03-02
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