lemons, seafood, dark hair

Here's the lemon tree.

Hung out with our good friend Kosuke, his sister Yuka and their dad last night.

I'm not lying, Kosuke has a brother named Keisuke, and they even had a dog named Mosuke. Enough with the -suke already!

Kosuke and my twin sister went to college together and they're weird best friends. Since Kosuke was the youngest when his family moved to America from Japan (he was six or seven), he's the most American. The oldest brother Keisuke moved back to Japan right after graduating university (just like me!), and is still there. Yuka is in the middle, and being a woman, I guess she finds America more comfortable.

Their dad now works in Ohio, and he was in town visiting Kosuke and Yuka-chan. He offered to take me and my twin sister out for dinner in Monterey Park, which is the Chinese part of town. It also happens to be where we went to high school, strangely enough. There were like five Japanese people, a few mixed race peeps, and the rest were Taiwanese. My best friend was from Hong Kong and we bonded over our inability to speak Mandarin.

Anyway look at all this food! It was really good. Their dad said that because he lives in Ohio, he really misses good sea food. He went crazy over the clams. I drank too much shokoshu and couldn't sleep very well. I used to love that stuff! I guess I still do.

Plus I had a tea leaf standing up, which is good luck.
Had my hair fixed by my dad's friend Leila too. She dyed it dark again and then put red streaks in it. She said the color will fade and get bright red later. I feel more like myself with dark hair again.
Leila was a pretty blond woman with a British accent. She was thin with sad eyes. She really reminded me of my step-grandmother (who is also a blonde british woman who married my Eastern European immigrant grandpa when he moved to London from his native New York). When my dad came to pick me up, Leila had an intense discussion with him. She was telling him all her problems and he was listening again. Everyone just loves to talk to my dad about their problems, and he always listens.

I couldn't tell, but Leila was a quarter Chinese, and she grewup in a Chinese takeaway in Brighton. Who would have thought?