So last night I got to chat with my cousin Steve (aka Hebby) whom I haven’t really had a chance to speak with since last Xmas. He cracks me up — we used to be a couple of hellions when we were little. Good to see he (and to some extent, me as well) hasn’t changed. Check out his band’s page.
He gave me my sister Abby’s myspace name. My family lives somewhere to the tune of 600 miles away — so I get to see them once or twice a year. The last time I lived back home was 6 years ago, this month. So when I last got to see me siblings on a regular basis, they were 2, 9, and 14. It’s ridiculous how much they change/grow every time I see them.
There’s Danny (the youngest), who figuratively doubles in size every time I see him! That kid is going to be such a tuff-guy when he gets older. I always hold up my hands and make him throw a few punches at me to see how hard he hits. That’s some kind of weird primal-male-bonding thing I know.
Lauren (the oldest of the three) and I used to fight all the time when we were little. Sibling rivalry, you know how it goes. But I really like hanging out with her now. It’s amazing what a few years apart and some maturing can do to people! (myself equally included here). When we were down in Cancun last summer, I convinced her to try Tequila for the first time, because I’m such a good big brother. She shot it like a champ, go Lauren.
Abby (the middle one) I missed out on the best years with. When I left she was just getting ready to enter that age where you start searching for your identity — that point when you kind of lapse into a realization of sentience (that’s about the time most kids start becoming self-conscious). So I only ever got brief glimpses, little Polaroid shots of her life captured in those moments when I would see them on vacation, of her search. So when I read her profile, my jaw initially dropped. She has a favorite drink? (Vodka) She punched someone in the mouth? She’s a party animal? She sounds really cool! Granted, the last couple years I lived at home I was pretty self-absorbed (still going through my own search at that point), so I probably wasn’t as good of a big brother as I could have been. Even so, I definitely went from a state of shock to one of pride. Rock on, little sis.
And just because I curse in all of my blog postings: “fuck.”