Reflections on art, fitness, family, politics and literature that hit me like bricks as I chauffeur my children from place to place...
A pink taxi
June 18, 2010
This story has been written by the blogger and her cousin. All people mentioned are real and bear resemblance to true people.
Once upon a time, a doctor and a nurse had ten children. Their first three daughters had a nine children in total. This story is about their three eldest daughters. The Charlie's Angeles were born.
The eldest daughter had a girl with blond locks. The second daughter had a girl with brown locks and the third had one......with RED hair AND freckles! These three girls were born a few years apart and were very close cousins.
The blond lived in Dubai and Geneva, the red head lived in Tehran, Dubai and Walnut Creek, Ca, and the brunette lived in Beijing, Seoul and Utah. They did visit each other and grew up playing paper dolls, barbies and monopoly. They watched Grease, ET and Roger Moore as 007. They called themselves the Charlie's Angeles. They were three girls with three different colored manes.
They joined swim team together in the summers in Utah where all the cousins converged for 3 months of fun in the outdoors and discussed their first crushes... the blond plotted of ways to get the equally blond swim team coach to notice her while the red head and the brunette supported all of her plans unquestioningly even though the red head was secretly in love with Mick Jagger and the brunette faithful to Roger Moore. These were the days of Human League and they took turns lipsyncking "working as a waitress". During that time, the hierarchy was established...The red head was at the top of the food chain with the blond and the brunette vying for position as second. Being second depended on how many favors were done for the red head and how many times when playing house she got to be mother. At any time, for any reason, the red head would threaten not to speak to her two cousins. Silent treatment was sternly maintained with an introductory: "I'm not your friend anymore."
Most of all they identified with the Charlies Angels, sporting 70s hairdoes , strawberry flavored lip gloss and tube tops. The blond one was the bookish one, the redhead the sporty introspective one and the brunette the dramatic one. Somehow, between the three cousins they managed to make one perfect person. The blond one was sweet and mature, the redhead was evil and cunning and the brunette with the sense of humour just wanted to be left alone to daydream of marring Roger Moore. When the brunette lived in Dubai for a few years pre-teenage her one memory of her blond cousin was of a blond head bent diligently down doing her homework 24 HOURS A DAY! The red head lived what the other two thought a very glamorous life in California. Time zapped by and she drove a Volkswagen fox and wore cowboy boots at all times.
In college, the Charlie's Angeles reunited for two spring breaks together, they painted Palm Springs red (slept in the car and ate at Denny's: you think Hangover was funny?) and in Boston (when they weren't out in the boonies at Smith College where they filmed Halloween I, II, II and the Blair Witch Project and Psycho and Silence of the Lambs), they hit the night life with a vengeance and listened ad nauseum to "Loosing My Religion" as it was the blonds favorite song in the whole world. Unfortunately, the blond only socialized with people at MIT and the nightlife consisted of a tour of the library at MIT and sitting in a cerebral café with a bunch of nerds. The red head and the brunette went on to New York while the blond went back to the location where they must have burned witches, happily listening to REM in her Golf.
Today, they are happily married with 9 kids in total ( the brunette had 3 in one go!) and at each wedding, the bride in the middle (with her blond, brown or red locks) and the two Charlie's Angels, on each side, sporting a supportive smile in souvenir photos
The pink taxi runs from 7 am to 7pm. It picks and drops off my 3 kids at school, ballet,judo, aikido, violin, climbing, riding, squash, basketball, skiing, skating, swim team, friends, grandparents and teachers. The car, not pink, but a black SUV, drives to Carrefour and Coop. To Club stretch for pilates and Aviation club for weekly workouts. It is driven by a woman who navigates on the radio, gets DJed by her 4 year old or sometimes quietly reflects. The thoughts are about politics, family, humor, literature, art or fitness. Sometimes they are excruciatingly longwinded, other times they are gossipy and hot.
I hope you will all enjoy!