There was one?
Last night turned out to be fairly uneventful, even for a Saturday night and all. So after a little morning grub and some shopping, I still needed more beach time. Therefore, I headed back down to the beach near the Surfrider.
I found a good plot on the sand not far from the Surfrider's beach bar and kicked back for an hour or two. Around the stroke of 4:00, I mosied on up to the beach bar for a brew. Since legally alcohol is not allowed on the beach in Hawaii, I sipped my beer while sitting on the wall between the Surfrider and the sand. I flipped on my iPod Shuffle, and felt like I was in paradise. Maybe I was. After ordering another beer, a man jumped over the wall to meet his friends sitting at the bar and commented, "Nice spot." I nodded in agreement.
Once my cup ran dry, I bellied up to the Surfrider beach bar once again. The man I saw earlier introduced himself as Charlie, a local, and his two friends, Roy and Michele. Turns out that Charlie is actually a native Austrian, but has lived in Hawaii for almost 20 years. He hasn't been home to Austria during that time, and has no plans to.
Roy is an old friend of Charlie's. Roy used to live in Honolulu, too, but moved back to Connecticut and married Michele. He was out visiting his old haunts, and his old buddy. The conversation flowed among us all, and so did the drinks. Eventually a few more of Charlie's friends met us down at the bar, as well as a few more random beach bums like me. One of them was Maria, and lets just say one big "mahalo" to the man in the sky for sending her.
As the sun set over Waikiki beach, we all were feeling really good. But once the sun set, it was time to think about a new locale.
"Why don't we go down to my house," said Charlie. "It's only about a ten minute walk."
The gang of us, about ten strong, decided a solid "yes". Charlie alluded to the fact that a certain leafy green might be available.
It took longer than Charlie said it would take to get to his house, but we made it. About then Charlie's friend called, and told him his girlfriend was looking for him.
"Why don't you just call her," I asked?
"Because she's Jewish," said Charlie, "and she observes the Sabbath."
That meant she couldn't use any electronic devices, including her cell phone.
While Charlie was dealing with that, I got talking with Maria. She was out from Arizona, and was toting a worthless friend. I sensed a vibe, but just about then the pipe came out. Charlie would make due on his promise.
The pipe went around. And around. Soon enough, we were all wondering how we got to Charlie's place, and more important, how we were going to get back.
I found a good plot on the sand not far from the Surfrider's beach bar and kicked back for an hour or two. Around the stroke of 4:00, I mosied on up to the beach bar for a brew. Since legally alcohol is not allowed on the beach in Hawaii, I sipped my beer while sitting on the wall between the Surfrider and the sand. I flipped on my iPod Shuffle, and felt like I was in paradise. Maybe I was. After ordering another beer, a man jumped over the wall to meet his friends sitting at the bar and commented, "Nice spot." I nodded in agreement.
Once my cup ran dry, I bellied up to the Surfrider beach bar once again. The man I saw earlier introduced himself as Charlie, a local, and his two friends, Roy and Michele. Turns out that Charlie is actually a native Austrian, but has lived in Hawaii for almost 20 years. He hasn't been home to Austria during that time, and has no plans to.
Roy is an old friend of Charlie's. Roy used to live in Honolulu, too, but moved back to Connecticut and married Michele. He was out visiting his old haunts, and his old buddy. The conversation flowed among us all, and so did the drinks. Eventually a few more of Charlie's friends met us down at the bar, as well as a few more random beach bums like me. One of them was Maria, and lets just say one big "mahalo" to the man in the sky for sending her.
As the sun set over Waikiki beach, we all were feeling really good. But once the sun set, it was time to think about a new locale.
"Why don't we go down to my house," said Charlie. "It's only about a ten minute walk."
The gang of us, about ten strong, decided a solid "yes". Charlie alluded to the fact that a certain leafy green might be available.
It took longer than Charlie said it would take to get to his house, but we made it. About then Charlie's friend called, and told him his girlfriend was looking for him.
"Why don't you just call her," I asked?
"Because she's Jewish," said Charlie, "and she observes the Sabbath."
That meant she couldn't use any electronic devices, including her cell phone.
While Charlie was dealing with that, I got talking with Maria. She was out from Arizona, and was toting a worthless friend. I sensed a vibe, but just about then the pipe came out. Charlie would make due on his promise.
The pipe went around. And around. Soon enough, we were all wondering how we got to Charlie's place, and more important, how we were going to get back.
We drank more beer, smoked more from the pipe and then we all finally realized it might be time to get going.
"It's still early," said Maria, as she looked at her watch. "It's only 11:30. Let's go out."
But just about the time I was going to suggest we split a cab back to the beach, I could see Maria's friend whispering in her ear. Then, after I went to the rest room as I got ready to leave, Maria was gone. At that point, I said goodbye to the gang and grabbed a cab back for the night.
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