So it seems my 20th year high school reunion is coming up next August. We get to actually vote for the location this year at a website they have set up. The choices are either the Hale Koa Hotel on the 16th, renting a Waikiki nightclub on the same night, or Las Vegas on either the weekend of the 9th, 16th, or 23rd. From what I am told it’s steering more towards Las Vegas. So for those of you who have been asking when my next trip to the mainland was going to be, it looks like I’ll be in Nevada next year. Hey Jake, maybe we can meet up … bring CJ with ya too.
The past two days President Arroyo of the Philippines was here for a conference. From about 7:30 in the morning (during heavy traffic) a section between Honolulu International Airport and Waikiki was blocked off for her motorcade. People were in a standstill for up to an hour. What irks me about this is that for several days before her arrival, it was announced all over the media about her visit and details of the motorcade … you know, exact routes, what hotel she was staying in, etc. Anyone who wanted to assassinate the President could have done so. Why do they have to announce intimate details like that? Not only do you put her and her people in danger; you put other motorists in danger as well. Ex President Clinton will be here next week. All that was mentioned in the media was that he was coming. No details as to where he was going, what hotel he was staying in (I’m sure they’ll announce THAT later), or what route he was taking from the airport to his destination.
Good to see Ghost is back.
Well, Halloween is right around the corner … my favorite night of the year next to New Years Eve. Usually, I would dress in my costume and either head out to Waikiki or go on the annual ‘Boo’ cruise. Not this year. I’m taking my baby trick or treating. Too young you say? You’re never too young or too old to trick or treat. Chris will be on Kauai for band. Sianna will trick or treat with her friends. So it will be me, Jonathan, and my brother and his kids that night.
I’m tired so I’m gonna jet. Enjoy the rest of the weekend!
Monday, October 21, 2002
Dear Abby
Dear Abby:
I have been engaged for almost a year. I am to be married next month.
My fiancee's mother is not only very attractive but really great and
understanding. She is putting the entire wedding together and invited
me to her place to go over the invitation list because it had grown a
bit beyond what we had expected it to be.
When I got to her place we reviewed the list and trimmed it down to
just under a hundred ... then she floored me.
She said that in a month I would be a married man and that before that
happened, she wanted to have sex with me. Then she just stood up and
walked to her bedroom and on her way said that I knew where the front door
was if I wanted to leave. I stood there for about five minutes and finally decided that I knew
exactly how to deal with this situation. I headed straight out the front door...
There, leaning against my car was her husband, my father-in-law to be.
He was smiling. He explained that they just wanted to be sure I was a
good kid and would be true to their little girl. I shook his hand and he
congratulated me on passing their little test.
Abby, should I tell my fiancee' what her parents did, and that I
thought their "little test" was asinine and insulting to my character?
Or should I keep the whole thing to myself including the fact that the
reason I was walking out to my car was to get a condom?
Dear Abby:
I have been engaged for almost a year. I am to be married next month.
My fiancee's mother is not only very attractive but really great and
understanding. She is putting the entire wedding together and invited
me to her place to go over the invitation list because it had grown a
bit beyond what we had expected it to be.
When I got to her place we reviewed the list and trimmed it down to
just under a hundred ... then she floored me.
She said that in a month I would be a married man and that before that
happened, she wanted to have sex with me. Then she just stood up and
walked to her bedroom and on her way said that I knew where the front door
was if I wanted to leave. I stood there for about five minutes and finally decided that I knew
exactly how to deal with this situation. I headed straight out the front door...
There, leaning against my car was her husband, my father-in-law to be.
He was smiling. He explained that they just wanted to be sure I was a
good kid and would be true to their little girl. I shook his hand and he
congratulated me on passing their little test.
Abby, should I tell my fiancee' what her parents did, and that I
thought their "little test" was asinine and insulting to my character?
Or should I keep the whole thing to myself including the fact that the
reason I was walking out to my car was to get a condom?
Sunday, October 20, 2002
When you are sad,
...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge
against the sorry fuck who made you sad.
When you are blue,
...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile,
..I'll know you finally got laid.
When you are scared,
...I will rag you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried,
...I will tell you horrible stories about how much
worse it could be and to quit bitching & whining.
When you are confused,
...I will use little words to explain it to your
dumb ass.
When you are sick,
...stay away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever cooties you have.
When you fall,
...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath,
I pledge 'til the end.
Why you may ask?
Because you're my friend!
P.S. A friend will help you move.
A really good friend will help you move a body.
...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge
against the sorry fuck who made you sad.
When you are blue,
...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile,
..I'll know you finally got laid.
When you are scared,
...I will rag you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried,
...I will tell you horrible stories about how much
worse it could be and to quit bitching & whining.
When you are confused,
...I will use little words to explain it to your
dumb ass.
When you are sick,
...stay away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever cooties you have.
When you fall,
...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath,
I pledge 'til the end.
Why you may ask?
Because you're my friend!
P.S. A friend will help you move.
A really good friend will help you move a body.
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