Aloha, Hawaii

I sit here writing this post cup of coffee in hand, cushioned lounge chair under me, sea-scented breeze running through my hair and into my nose, and one of the most perfect scenes sprawling in front of me.

This brings me to the aloha/aloha dilemma brought up so eloquently by Sandra Bullock in “Miss Congeniality.” If you haven’t seen it – do, but don’t bother with the second one. Anyway, when I say “aloha” this time I mean it in the goodbye sense. I’m using the post as just one more reason to put off packing in hopes that maybe I’ll put it off long enough that I’ll happen to miss my flight and, damn, we’ll have to stay for another day. I’ve never been so lucky so I don’t expect to start now but hey, I’m open to it.

This past week has been, in one word, relaxing. Just what I needed before going home to an anxiously awaited removal of wisdom teeth, packing and pre-France mayhem. The soundtrack of waves remixed with the BroBible Summer Playlist (yes, I said it) was all my ears were privvy to and the most movement I did, save for my Day 1 run to scope out the resort, was flip myself over to avoid an uneven tan – which was a successful operation.

Aloha, readers. Next post from San Francisco.

“You were at a luau?”

Yes. Mai tai in hand, lei around neck and clad in a too-trendy-for-a-luau onesie I found my seat at one of the 50+ round tables spread across the “Royal Luau Grounds.” There was pig, steak, fish and some translucent noodles that tasted like chicken but I still can’t quite figure out why. Everything was, as they say here, “ono” – good. Then the show started. Hula dancing from miles away and ages ago. And then the interactive portion…*sigh*

Most people who know me, know this is my luck. So when the Samoan hula dancer approached me with his leafy skirt and glistening pecs and asked me if I would “like to dance,” I accepted, but didn’t realize this would culminate with an actual on stage, in the spotlight experience. I instantly regretted not making more use of the open bar. All in all, definitely a great experience – impromptu dance party included. Secret tip: it’s not actually all in the hips – it’s in the ankles. I know, I felt I had been lied to all my life too – partly by my dance teachers and partly by Shakira. Next time I’ll be ready.

And as a sidenote! Molly Kaplan left for Costa Rica today! Ah! Have an amazing time, Mol-pop. Hope you brushed up on your parseltongue so you can make friends with all the snakes 🙂