Hello From Hawaii
So here I am in Maui -- the weather is in the low 80's with a constant breeze, the surf is crashing onto the beach out beyond the front of the house and weather-browned boys are riding the waves. There was a small marriage ceremony on the beach just off to the right of the house -- a Hawaiian minister in a black silk robe billowing in the wind, a bride and groom, and what looked like only immediate family, all crowned in flowers. The air is warm, the sun is only just starting to set behind us and my gin and tonic needs refreshing.
Seattle who?
The house where we're staying is amazing, and a little funny. The BF calls it "The House of Pillows" -- every chair is overstuffed, and every sofa is overflowing with so many throw pillows that it's difficult to find a place to sit. But all the rooms are enormous, there are floor to ceiling windows that slide fully open, and the entire face of the house overlooks the ocean. We were, like, "We're coming back here next year!" -- until we were told that this is the last year the owners will be offering the property for rent, as they're moving to Hawaii permanently from their home in Chicago.
I can fully understand.
I have a rough draft for the next Pure Idiom script that I have to carve my way through and bounce back to both Scott and Laurence so that we can have it finished by the time I arrive back in Seattle, and we have friends showing up tomorrow that we haven't seen in too long a time. Much vodka and gin will be consumed.
I'm already sinking into the chill-out island mentality, and I've only been here for two days. It's going to be tough to leave once the week is over -- I just hope no one gets shot on the plane trip home.
And is it just me, or is Bipolar Disorder the new ADHD?
ADDENDUM:
Sat and watched a terrible mini-series on the SciFi channel -- The Triangle. Everything old is new again, what with cheesy 70's era conspiracies making their comebacks on cable television.
The funniest part was the Greenpeace guy who drove around in an SUV and owned a 750HP gas-guzzling cigarette boat. Oh, and the fact that, in order to save the world, the main characters had to convince the government to do nothing. Yes, that's right. "The Big Plan" involved letting nature just take its course, because, you know, all the brains and technology at the military's disposal was just going to ruin everything and destroy the entire space-time continuum.
"You just have to believe me," shouted Eric Stolz at the climactic showdown, with tears in his eyes and not a shred of proof on offer for a reason as to why a mission that cost hundreds of billions of dollars and spanned decades should simply be aborted.
*sigh*
What liberal media?
Comments
Hawaii sounds nice.
I saw about four minutes of that Sci-Fi miniseries and lost interest. You're a braver man than I to tough it out and survive through four hours of that crap.
I'll see you when you get back to Seattle (which sucks).
Posted by: Scott | December 8, 2005 9:04 AM
Hey, Homocon! I've never had any particular desire to go to Hawaii, but as cold as it is right now down here in Portland, I may have to re-think it. And by the way, I hate you.... gin and tonics just don't taste as good when the temperature is only 37 degrees and the wind is HOWLING. lol
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Homocon sez:
That's martini weather you're talking about there in Portland . . . and don't hate me just yet. It's been cloudy and rainy all day today. So much for my sunny paradise.
Posted by: libertarian observer | December 8, 2005 12:32 PM
As Bertie Higgins would say "Just another day in Paradise."
Some boys have all the fun...Hell, yeah!
Posted by: Ted | December 11, 2005 8:20 AM