“I call them April babies cuz they fools” – Lil’ Wayne
It’s April! Can you believe how far we are into the year already!?
April is always a big month for me. For one, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH!! April 5 the be exact. There are a string of birthdays that join me in the first week that I hold dear to my heart. I feel like we’re the MPV’s of April.
April baby roll call!
April 1 – Cousin-in-law Laura! My family likes to say she’s the Khmer-ist white girl on the face of the earth.
April 2 -Cousin Paul! I remember the phone call from France about his birth.
April 3 – My maternal grandfather. He’s the rock of the Nhim family.
April 4 – Cousin Richi! Paul’s younger brother, the dapper kid that always wears a button up.
April 5 – Me! DUH!
April 6 – My other mom, the mother of my best friend, Mrs. Ricks. She was my American mom, ya know, the one I grew up watching on T.V. and wondered why my mom wasn’t like that. She was “that” mom.
As a kid, my birthday party decorations were generally Easter themed. Bunny cakes, egg hunts, pastel colored baskets with the shiny neon fake grass, pretty much all Easter everything except Jesus himself. I’m Buddhist, so for pretty much my entire life, Easter = *insert Kanye shrug* and a reminder that my birthday is somewhere on or around that holiday. This year, it lands on Easter Sunday. (Wuddup, Jesus?) It’s always cool when your birthday lands on a holiday, right? I get some sort of bragging right because me and JC share something special. In honor of the joyous occasion, I’m keeping my eye on the prize: half priced egg/bunny/chick shaped candy on Monday. I won’t be doing anything Jesus related this weekend; instead I’ll be getting cultured at the Brooklyn Museum for their Target First Saturday event! Jean-Michel Basquiat’s “Unknown Notebooks” exhibit just opened, there will be performances and workshops, plus a kick-ass DJ and 90s hiphop dance party later on.
Cheers to the last year of my twenties.