I woke up around 9 and Rebecca started making cinnamon rolls, which is one of her family’s Christmas traditions. We called my family and got to see them through the phone. After we finished we ate cinnamon rolls, opened presents and stockings and then got ready to go to the beach.
We went to Waikiki and it was packed full of people who had the same idea as us. I swam for about 30 minutes and headed up to the beach to spend tome with Rebecca. I can go swimming anytime, but she is leaving tonight so I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. Around 1 we became hungry so we drove to the other end f Waikiki and headed to the same restaurant we had Christmas lunch last year. I ordered the hot wings (which were ok, but a little too soggy for my taste. I prefer crispy wings) and a California roll. Last year we got nachos and a California roll.
After lunch we went home to wash off the sand and salt water and we called Rebecca’s family. We watched a movie while Rebecca packed and then we had a frozen lasagna and garlic bread, just like last year. Having lived here for two years, we have established a Christmas tradition of our own. First its cinnamon rolls and presents, next it’s the beach followed by happy hour appetizers at the Yard house and then we go home, relax and enjoy a frozen lasagna and garlic bread.
After we ate we drove to the airport so Rebecca could leave me for a week. As I drove off I was sad, but then I thought of all the cool stuff I can do now that I’m alone. I can stay up all night, eat junk food for breakfast, drink as much soda as I want, go to the beach all day. It feels like a teenager who’s parents leave him alone for the weekend. Then I remembered that I’m 33, and that I already stay up late, eat junk food and drink soda. Nothing has changed but now I have no one to talk to.