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September 08, 2006
Aloha
It's 7:30 a.m. here in Hawaii. I have just finished a lemon poppyseed muffin on the ocean-side balcony of our lovely condo, and now I'm debating my next move. Mr. Bad Apologies is still snoozing in the bedroom, and all historical evidence suggests that I have a good couple of hours until he stirs.
The weather here is gorgeous, and we're only steps from the beach. We're on the North Shore, which suggests two things: big waves and buff young people with a flair for the overly dramatic break-up scene. Well, apparently the North Shore in September has neither. The waves are quite negligible (calmer than I've seen Ocean City in the summer) and Mr. Bad Apologies and I agree: no attractive men. There have been a few attractive women, all on the arms of icky, unshowered, largely too-short-yet-still-swaggering beach bums. We're hoping that once we move over to the $250-a-night swanky hotel on Monday that there will be more of "our people". You know, those who can't surf and will live to regret that expensive dinner of butterfly shrimp, fried calimari, and ahi sashimi when the credit card bill arrives.
A word on Our Place: we're renting a condo from a lovely couple who lives here year round. He's a photographer for Surfer Magazine and she's firecracker who ordered a glass of wine while waiting for us to show up at the designated meeting spot. They've only owned the condo since June, which leads us to believe that they had little hand in the current decorating scheme. Let me put it this way, the place would have been HOT in 1988. I can't even describe it to you, dear reader, but I assure you that it's a hoot. I'll try to take some pictures so you can appreciate the pink-and-black color scheme, the lit glass accessories, and the truly atrocious "flower pillow".
But for now, I'm going to work. I have a feeling these early morning hours are going to be my only opportunity to do Big Idea stuff, and since I plan on writing part of the trip off as a business expense, I probably should make it worthwhile.
(Thanks to Mr. Bad Apologies' cell phone for the picture.)
Comments
Juicier photos with some convincing island background please! Coconut shell attire, a photo of the two of you with one of these couples you describe, whatever, I am flexible! For all I know you two are really just in a hotel room in Bethesda! And you both know how I feel about Mr. BA's camera phone vs. Ms. WAS's actual camera.
Posted by: Red at September 8, 2006 09:14 PM
