My sister and I used to look alike. Back when all Asians looked alike and dinosaurs roamed Earth. That was in the early 90s, and George Senior was the reigning president. But now, with the spread of diversity and enough Asians telling non-Asians, “No, we don’t all look alike” my sister and I look, well, only somewhat alike. In summary, we are virtually identical from the forehead, up.
Once a year, my sister and I take that somewhat likeness show on the road. We call this our “Sista Sista Trip!” Oftentimes, a location is determined using a precise algorithm which involves: number of coffee shops per square inch, dog population in relation to human population and absence of chain link fences. It is an exact science that involves no scientists, whatsoever.
In preparation for this trip, my sister will undoubtedly remember to forget her underwear and toothbrush. Upon arrival, she will unpack her luggage that’s been filled with every magazine that LaGuardia’s Hudson News, in Terminal B, has to offer. Then she will announce that she’s forgotten those pesky little fabric pieces for one’s “down under” and that stick instrument that aids in cavity prevention. If her Tumi had a life story, it would be titled When One Packs Nothing At All. And thus begins, the one-sided sharing of underwear and toothbrush.
Our last sisters’ trip was to Austin, Texas. This wonderful southern city is the home of many barbecue pits. It also serves as the final resting place of thousands more pigs and cows. There’s a special sacrificial offering that the locals like to perform, during the hot summer months. We believe that this is to appease the angry sun gods, while seeking favor from the rain gods. A fire pit is built, usually in some sort of black altar fashioned out of metal. The locals refer to this as a ‘grill’. Marinated flanks of meat are tossed into the fire, after being massaged with seasoning. We have been told that this is solely to add flavor. Note to self: pagan gods love flavor.
Austin holds a special place in our frigidly cold hearts. It was home to both of us, for many years, and we absolutely loved it. Back in the olden days, South Congress was where people would go to score drugs and have their shoes stolen, right from under them. Or trade in their shoes for some drugs. You walked home barefoot, either way. It was a neighborhood of shoeless people, back in its heyday. Now, non-druggy people go there to people-watch other non-druggy people people-watch. And they all wear shoes. Oh, how the times have changed.
It’s rather nice to take a trip with your sibling; I highly recommend it. It resembles a romantic vacation, but you aren’t expected to put out at the end of the night. Or in the morning. Or ever. With a sibling, one can share the same bed, skip hand-in-hand and tell the hostess that you’d like a “table for two” in the coziest corner they have to offer. When you’re finally seated at a 6-top, by the bathroom, with a panoramic view of the bussers’ station; you’ll have the rest of the night to compliment one another over your shared (and obviously, superior) genes. It’s great.
Here are a few photos (with accompanying commentary) I took, from our 2014 Sista Sista Trip! to Austin, Texas.