Recap: Voices reunion IIXXVV

Back in 2001, I was an intern on Voices, the Asian American Journalists Assn.‘s student newspaper that publishes during its annual convention. I had done a convention internship the previous summer, on the website, but doing the newspaper was one of the most fun experiences I’ve had in my life.

I met all sorts of cool people from all over the country during that internship – Marc Carig, Amy Chen, Bryan van der Beek, Katherine Isokawa, Neil Garcia, Olivia Chung Doherty, Brandon Sugiyama. Every so often, we like to get together and we refer to them as reunions.

Well, now, in Southern California, I’m not sure if we can keep calling them reunions – I live in Los Angeles, Neil lives in San Diego (but I never see him, and he usually returns every 10th voicemail), and now Kat has eschewed Manhattan and come to L.A. for her doctorate at UCLA.

I’ve been able to hang with Kat since she’s moved to L.A., but haven’t really been able to go out with her until Marc came to town for the CCNMA job conference. Marc’s schoolmates from UNR wanted to go shopping and clubbing, Kat, Marc and I wanted to hang out and chat it up, so I decided we should all hang out at the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica.

Kat and I arrived early at Coffee Bean. I was highly amused as Kat attempted pop open a honey tube for her tea – the first one, she chewed until it leaked onto her pants, the second one, she popped on both sides, I think, and the third one (pictured), she managed to pop into her tea. Hilarious.

It took a while for Marc and his friends to find the Coffee Bean. And, since it was Marc and I getting into the same proximity of each other, we of course had to break into our respective Filipino accents, each imitating our own moms. So, when Marc arrived, Coffee Bean became Coppee Ben. And of course, like tourists, we had to take a picture in front of the Coppee Ben.

Anyway, I could continue writing on and on and on, but you know what? I’m tired. So I’m just going to post the rest of my pics and call it a night. The two following pictures were taken inside Urban Outfitters, as we ooh’ed and ahh’ed over the sheer decadance of all the items for sale there. We weren’t supposed to be taking pictures inside, though, and when I was trying to get Marc to take a picture of me in the hat, we got reprimanded. So I sneaked the last picture – that’s why it looks so goofy.