The Comadre Chronicles I – ‘The Bra Story”
Everyone should have that one friend who is fearless, who has no shame, in the best sense of the word, who teaches you about life like no one else can…aaaand, who can have fun with you like no one else can! I was super-blessed to have had two of them when I first moved out on my own.
Upon first glance, back in the day, my Comadre Mary, Denise AKA Nisie and I were the three people LESS likely to get along, much less be friends. I don’t even remember how we decided to be roommates at Sac State back in the day, but it was apparent early on, that we were kindred spirits, so much more alike than I could have ever imagined! The pic above features us 3 with my ‘brother’ Jorge taken at my sis’ wedding some years after we went our separate ways. I always said that I wanted to put some of our experiences in writing … these experiences will, undoubtedly, include more of our friends, whether they choose to identify themselves, is all on them.
I always wished that I could have had a book to read that would teach me how to live on my own for the first time – especially as I was teased big time for being a tad square and from the rancho LOL! I’m not talking about just any old book, but one that had that talked about these types of experiences that happen when you first move out …with that Latino flavor that I could so relate to … since I have yet to find that book, I’ll start putting our experiences in writing and see if any of ya’ll can relate…and, if you cannot, at least you can have a good laugh!
“The Bra Story”
While we were attending Sac State, we lived in the Midtown area and our place at 300 – 25th Street, corner of 25th and C, became famous, or maybe infamous, for the parties that we used to have there. Sac State peeps: I’m sure you recognize this place! I am still amazed at the amount of people we could fit in that apartment. Mary, Nisie, and I would clear the place out of furniture and Nisie was always in charge of putting the music together – I remember she used to always ask me to borrow my stuff en espanol as she got stuff together. Mary was usually the one to put the word out – si no me equivoco/if I’m not mistaken, girl even made flyers…she always got everyone to attend!
The three of us got to know LOTS of folks right away once we got to the University and, as I recall, this was one of the first parties that we held at our place. A lot of our new friends showed up to the party and, while we didn’t see anything wild happening that first party, we did see quite a few people ‘hooking up’ that night and taking off.
As we were cleaning up after the party, we found this random bra in our bedroom. Well, I assumed that it was Nisie’s so I toss it onto her bed, the next day, I find the bra on my bed, Nisie assuming that it was mine and on and on. One day, I tell Nisie, “This is not MY bra”, to which Nisie responds, “well, it’s NOT mine!” and then we both respond in unison busting up laughing, “Well we know IT’S NOT MARY’S!!” Why did we laugh? Because my Comadre, God love her, probably wears the next few sizes away from a training bra and she would be the first one to tell you this along with a million other hilarious things LOL.
We eventually did figure out who the bra belonged to, and this individual can identify herself by responding to this blog LOL. What makes us laugh, to this day, is the sight of that “chichero” Comadre-speak for bra – making the rounds from one bed to the next, each one of us thinking that it belonged to the other!
What did I learn from this? That when one leaves clothes behind ‘en casa ajena’ somewhere other than home, that s/he should be prepared for it to be ‘on’ and to be teased mercilessly from that moment on! Believe me, we STILL bring this story up and tease this girl TO THIS DAY…