It has now been a while since our return, and I think some details have slipped a bit in my mind. I'll attempted to pick this up after Amy and I had a nice big sleep Friday morning, awaking around 2 p.m., from there we went and had some sort f snacky type lunch, before of heading out to a Martini bar in downtown Honolulu that our HOT bartender at Hula's had told us about the night before. We grabbed a bus after we ate only to find out that we had grabbed the wrong bus, the driver quickly corrected us and we were on our way.
The place we ended up at was a rather popular local haunt, we had some very cheap strong drinks that were to die for, I believe they were made from the lichi fruit, but I can't even come near spelling it. Our hot bartender was not in attendance so we enjoyed a few drinks and then started back toward Waikiki.
Enroute to our room while waiting for our return bus a magician approached us and bedazzled us with several amazing tricks. We got the strange sense that offering to tip would be some kind of an insult, so we allowed the performance to go on without getting in to such embarrassing items as hand outs.
Back in the room we took a breather on the balcony, listened to a band somewhere far off playing random Beatles songs, and prepared ourselves for our night on the town. We started off by walking and chatting, winding our way down the beach toward north shore. Finally picking ourselves up from a top a picnic table and walking into Hula's. We found our hot bartender, who apologized at length for not making to the martini bar, then in turn told us about an afterhours bar in waikiki, just next to Angles.
While at hula's we ran into a friend from our first nights karaoke, who introduced us to a great number of his friends, we all decided that we should go enjoy this after hours bar, Amy and I stopping by the hotel room to freshen up first.
Once inside the club, the name of which I have forgotten, Amy disappeared looking for local color, and I chatted up a Midwestern fellow. I finally realized Amy was no where to be seen and excused myself from the action in order to seek her out, it was then I discovered that the bar had an upstairs, where Amy already had a whole group of new friends, one of the them a smart young lad named Steve.
Steve soon became our island guide. The bar we were at closed at 4, we waited with our new guide in an alley for his boyfriend to get off work. His sweet boyfriend was named Piku. Once Piku was released from his bar job we drove over to yet another after hours club, this one open till 6. At the end of this club we invited Steve, Piku and their friend Poma back to the hyatt for a hotel room bash that did not end until 10:00 in the morning.
at the end of our time Steve was tired, we were beat and had a guitar to return, they kindly drove us to the music store to complete our task, and were even kind enough to taxi us back to our room where we grabbed towels to go sleep by the pool.
We slept several good hours before hella rain woke us and forced us back to our room. Once in our room we slept and did not wake up until it was time for dinner. We enjoyed dinner at the cheesecake factory and then defaulted on the multiple plans we had made the night before by being far to tired to go out, this coupled with our 9 am charter to the airport pretty well ended our fun in Hawaii.
Day 5 was sad, vacation was over and we were going back to our real lives. Being so much fun and having new friends made it all that much harder to leave.
In the airport bar we met a nice older surfer from San Diego, we talked of thing Hawaiian and told him of our good fortune in winning our trip. After our hair of the dog was ingested we boarded the plan, I was surprised to see our surfer friend a few rows in front of us. The flight was longer this time, there was an emergency of sorts so food and the inflight movie was delayed. After a very long time we finally touched down, during taxi to the terminal the surfer turned around, saying with glee: "These people won their trip too!" turns out they had won a trip from the same radio station we had, a trip a day in may, and were also just returning.
Life is too fucking weird.
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