June 22nd, 2015

My phone rang at the wee hours of the morning, at 9 am. It was the pharmacy letting me know that my inhalers were ready for pick up. I made nachos for breakfast and then Rebecca and I headed to Costco to stock up on supplies. I found an 8′ long board for $125. I was tempted to buy it so I could begin to learn how to surf. I can’t live in Hawaii and not surf, it’s like living in France and not drinking wine and smelling like you have bathed. Rebecca and I considered buying the surf board, but we had no way to bring it home, and a surfboard rack for my moped costs $150. I would have to spend more to buy a way to carry the surfboard than I would spend on the actual board. We ended up not buying the surf board, and we got fruit and vegetables instead.

We got home and I washed the 3 months worth of bird feces off of Rebecca’s car and got ready for work. I got to work early and had chicken strips and garlic bread for lunch. The shift started out slow, and didn’t get much busier. I spent the majority of the night helping out the bartenders. Most of my tables were non English speaking, so I had a lot of free time.

I got home around 11:30 and watched documentaries on gangs on Netflix before going to bed.

April 3rd, 2015

When I had woken up, Rebecca had already woken up, made pancakes and settled in to read her book. After I got ready, we headed up to the North Shore to buy coconut peanut butter and spend the day out of the house. I had to pee as soon as we got on the freeway, and there was a massive traffic jam up near the Dole plantation. I considered using my hydro flask and then washing it out, but I don’t think I could ever drink out of something I had used for that purpose, and it was a $30 water bottle, not a $30 traveler’s urinal.

We eventually made it to Haleiwa and once I was done washing the porcelain, we got gelato. I have never knowingly had gelato, but I was assured that it was not ice cream. It is a frozen dairy treat that they scoop and place into a cone. If that is not ice cream, I don’t know what is. We had planed to drive around the island and get dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Kaneohe, but there was bumper to bumper traffic clogging the two lane road so we drove back towards the Aloha Stadium and then cut through the island on the H3 freeway. We found the restaurant that I have heard great things about, and I was not disappointed. The salsa they bright out for the chips was the perfect consistency and had just enough spice to be delicious but not over powering. I ordered the fajita burrito with carne asada (steak for all you non-Spanish speaking gringos).

After eating, we went home where Rebecca filled our new filing cabinet with all sorts of paperwork and I took a quick nap while watching a documentary about the Hell’s Angels. I woke up and began feeling the beginning effects of cabin fever even though I had been inside for about an hour. I drove to Hawaii Kai, which is near Hanuama Bay and went to a movie. They must have been expecting a large crowd because I was sent to line up along the outside of the building and wait for the theater to be cleaned. I was the only person in line for about 5 minutes, eventually an other couple showed up and they let us in. I took my seat near the back of the theater and waited for 2 hours and 17 minutes of pure awesomeness. It was a movie about car chases, and explosions, and over-the-top stunts. If Fast and Furious 7 does not win the award for best movie ever, I will forever question the validity of the Academy Awards.