Is this thing on?
Hi! Remember me? I'm alive!
I've (reluctantly) returned from island life and I'm back on "the mainland", as the Hawaiians call it.
People keep asking me what I did on vacation and the short answer is that I went to Oahu to hang out with ND, relax and get a tan.
I got in the lovely routine of going to bed around 10pm at night and waking up at 6am every day, completely on my own and without alarms. ND showed me around the island that she has called home for the past three years and I got to drink various tropical things on various coasts on the island- all harboring clear water and sand comparable to superfine sugar.
While ND was at school I would take long walks around Waikiki, grabbing my morning coffee, reading the paper, going to the beach and listening to sports-radio all day (my favorite local Dallas station, thanks to the Wunder Radio app on my iPhone).
And no, I am not to be confused with a senior-citizen.
I realize this might make for a less-than thrilling vacation story, but it's exactly what I wanted. ND was just back to Hawaii from a visit to UC Berkeley, where she will be a first-year law student this fall, so we got to celebrate her last five weeks as a teacher and we were very much on the same page as far as soaking in island life and UV rays.
I also ate a lot of great food and I got to visit Pearl Harbor, which was definitely a highlight for me (it was me and the veterans at 7:15am, but again I remind you: I'm not a senior citizen). I'll expand on both of those things later this week- you will read ALL ABOUT my culinary experience in Oahu and my trip to Pearl Harbor, which I think every American should experience if they ever possibly can.
I actually got back to Texas early Friday morning, but I slept most of that day and night and spent the rest of this weekend catching up with my friends and watching the Mavericks lose two awful play-off games against the Spurs.
I've also been avoiding my Google Reader, which is reporting that I have a foreboding "1000+" new items to read.
I might be in denial; about my basketball team, my Reader and the fact that I won't wake up tomorrow morning in a high-rise condo three blocks from the beach at sunrise to the sound of doves cooing.
Which reminds me... I need to set an alarm.
The cure for anything is salt water- sweat, tears or the sea.