Throwback Thursday: Blonde Squad Reunion Tour

Two Texas-related Throwback Thursday posts in a row? Yes. I’m getting myself amped for my trip to Texas next week, even if I have the bar exam to get out of the way before I can enjoy myself. Hawaii is amazing, but after 7 years of being away, I’ve learned there is no place like home. Today I’ll be reminicin about the road trip my friends and I called “The Blonde Squad Reunion Tour.” 

In high school, my group of friends was known as the Blonde Squad. We weren’t even really all that blonde (except for Rikki), but that’s what we were called (we certainly did not come up with it). Anyway, it was a short little trip because Jackie and Lola had to work. We spent one night in Austin and one night in San Antonio to visit friends and go to Fiesta Texas (a Six Flags theme park).

The first leg of our trip, from Brownsville to Austin, took about 5 hours. It was filled with good music, frequent stops, naps, and general silliness. I love all the pictures from this trip because you can really see who me & my friends are- unscripted and not cheesin.

Who doesn’t take pictures like this after stopping at an ATM?
Lola answered back by showing off her All That album.
Hair a mess & leftover half-washed off make-up from last night. Well, me at least.
Snack break.
Well, she’s lucky she didn’t get written on.
When we arrived in Austin there was a huge thunderstorm that killed our plans of doing anything fun outdoors (greenbelt, anyone?). We ended up going to some of Jackie’s friends’ house. They were SUPER hipster. ATX all the way. It’s funny, because there were hipsters in Austin before “hipster” was a thing. We didn’t know what to call them back then so we just called them “scene-core.” Don’t get me wrong, all you hipster bloggers (which I think is about 80% of bloggers), my bff Jackie is a self-proclaimed hipster and I love her to death. Anyway, I was having a lot of fun at the hipster house until they casually made a derogatory mark about Marines, not knowing that I was married to one. Normally I’m used to this type of attitude among members of my generation and brush it off, but these guys had skate posters everywhere and clearly thought they were the coolest people in the universe so I couldn’t hold back. I was just like, “My husband is a Marine and I guarantee he can out-skate anyone in this room.” I know it was a little “my dad can beat up your dad”-ish, but seriously? You think all Marines are a bunch of obnoxious meatheads? I felt a little bad for Jackie since they were her friends, but she knows how I am. She told me later that I was right. Duh. I know real skaters when I meet them. Even I can probably out-skate those fools. *Sighh…* I hate to be the debbie downer, but I was glad when we left.
Cool poster Lola got from the hipsters.

Although there are a million amazing sites and places to go in Austin, I have no pictures of any from that trip. Instead of going out on Sixth Street or heading to the Drafthouse, we spent the whole night at our girlfriend’s apartment, just drinking Lone Star beers and acting crazy. It was perfect.

Showing off my best duck face.
So fun. Wish I could share more pics but they’re just too ridiculous.

The next morning early afternoon we drove to San Antonio, which is about an hour from Austin. We stopped at Chick-fil-a for some food. We don’t have those in Hawaii. Yumm..

We got to Fiesta Texas around 2pm and it was HOT. Most of the rides don’t have shaded lines so it was horrible, but we still managed to have a blast. 

After Fiesta Texas we went to my brother Ryan’s apartment (where we stayed) and showered up. Yup, he had four crazies staying in his one-bedroom apartment. Poor thing. He ended up giving us his bed and he slept on the couch. We decided to go shopping at the marketplace in downtown San Antonio. It’s all stuff you can get in Mexico, but since crossing the border is strongly discouraged now (with all the violence) we’re forced to buy the overpriced stuff sold on this side. It sucks because we used to go to Mexico like every weekend, and now we can’t go at all.
After shopping we went to my favorite restaurant in San Antonio, Mi Tierra. It’s right by the marketplace and the Alamo. I’ve been going there with my family for as long as I can remember. They  have an awesome bakery with every kind of pan dulce you can think of, as well as mariachis and the best queso flameado on this side of the border. My friend from elementary school and her little family met us there too. 

I got this for D at the marketplace. Loosely translated- “I’m already sick of my f-ing old lady.”
Margaritas by the pitcher? Yes please.

After the restaurant we went over to the Alamo. The Alamo is a special place for Texans. When we see it our hearts fill with solemnness and pride. (Most of us, at least.) I had never been there at night. It was pretty creepy. Everybody says it’s haunted, and I don’t doubt it.

Unsheathing his sword during a lull in the virtually incessant bombardment Colonel William Barret Travis drew a line on the ground before his battle-weary men. In a voice trembling with emotion he described the hopelessness of their plight and said, “those prepared to give their lives in freedom’s cause, come over to me.” CHILLS.
On the way back, I spotted this sign on a truck. It’s, well, interesting to say the least. I can’t help but think it was intentional.

I’m really looking forward to the road trip we’ll be taking next week. I’m just wondering how it will go with a baby. Wish us luck!


  1. Wow! Good luck on your bar exam! I imagine you have been quite stressed trying to prepare for that. And I love how excited you are to go back to Texas. There’s no place like home, that’s for sure! Just found your blog and have loved getting to know you better. I’m excited to follow along!

    new follower 🙂

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