Thursday
I bombed my last final and then got on a plane to San Francisco. Now I just had to hop on my connecting flight half an hour later and I’d be off to Hawaii!
Friday
I hopped on my connecting flight thirteen hours later, but I was off to Hawaii! Touched down and reunited with Russ and Curt. Ate calamari at the Tiny Bubbles guy’s restaurant, then we went to Curt’s sister, Cindy’s boyfriend, Chris’s house. I can’t thank them enough. I got oriented, showered (you don’t feel so clean after staying overnight at an airport and five hours in a plane), then it was off to a Luau. I heard that the Paradise Cove luau is too touristy. But, wait, we’re tourists! It was cool because the luau I went to three years ago wasn’t all-you-can-eat and going in December they sang Christmas songs in Hawaiian but mostly the all-you-can-eat thing was awesome. I ate-all-I-could.
We watched a little TV and here’s a tip: if you invent a car that can run on milk, don’t bring it to Hawaii. The advertisement I saw was talking about a special on half gallon cartons of milk for $3.99. Do you know how to spell bananas? Here’s how: half a gallon of milk for $3.99. That’s more expensive than gas, which is already expensive period, and even moreso there.
Saturday
Spent the morning at Waikiki. I bought some board shorts at the ABC store. You think there’s a lot of Starbucks in Seattle? There are a lot of ABC stores in downtown Honolulu. The lady asked me if I was sure it was the right size and told me to try to fit it around my neck. It fit around my neck. But it wasn’t the right size. I hoped the ladies at the beach enjoyed the free show. If it were on TV, they’d be glute to their screens. We pretty much spent half an hour yelling “we’re in Hawaii!” and re-enacting the 007 trailer. Without the speedos and Daniel Craig’s glistening bod.
Then we went camping. Where? Here. Make sure to zoom out a little bit. It seemed like we were driving in the middle of nowhere. And we were. Chris just pulled off the road through some bushes and we set up camp about thirty feet from the ocean. Apparently it’s around where they film Lost. But I don’t watch the show so I can’t say much about that. It was dark when we got there, but we managed to set our tents up and get a fire going. Somehow we forgot the s’mores. Terrible oversight, but that’s nitpicking. Plus I ate a million hot dogs. On a secluded beach in Hawaii. It reminded me of the beach on the alien world at the end of Contact.