Someone asked me how my Hawaii trip went. And then it occurred to me: I’d been there recently …
This photo was taken at 7 in the morning, when my ass was jarred awake by a fricking marching band. Of course, how could I have forgotten, Waikiki is a breeding ground for marching bands, like Seattle was for grunge bands. As revenge I blatantly did a lame "Hang Loose, Brah" sign for all of Hawaii to see. (A warning to tourists: Do NOT repeat what I just did in Oahu. This infuriates the locals, causing them to shimmy up the nearest palm trees and hurl coconuts.)
Spam Musubi – Breakfast of the Gods.
Parasailing, and pissing off coconut-hurling Hawaiians again from the safety of a fast boat.
I know what you’re thinking: I’m having my picture taken at a luau with hula dancers. Actually I’m posing at a power plant with two structural engineers. This is just how all the Hawaiians dress.
I’m a big fan of spectacular sunsets. I’d rank them up there with breath-taking steaks and sensational cleavage.
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