Alarm clocks can be annoying when you want to sleep in. Hawaiian signers are in every which way worse when wanting to sleep in. They are loud, obnoxious, and you can’t turn them off with a mere button. We don’t own a gun…so it continues to sing. You may think, well that’s what you get for sleeping in till 12 noon when such singing usually commences. No, this ‘crazy A’ hotel has their singer start at 7:30 in the morning. …of course this means the people who crafted this bright idea must have excellent parking spots wherever they must go cause they be mentally, a no show.
Well we switched rooms that morning. No balcony, no view of the pool, or ocean…which means way less noise, and silly singers. Thank the fluffy things that are blue.
After resituating we left for some lunch. We tracked down ‘The Shack’ for some awesome cheese sticks and seasoned fries. The actual meal was just all right, but the ‘rest of the raunts’ interior and location was pretty epic. You see Brianne and I (yeah, Nephi is writing, could you not tell?) are ‘The Shack’ experts. They only have locations in Hawaii, San Diego, and Littleton, we’ve visited each of them. Perhaps the first of mankind to do such. Eat it Neil Armstrong. …we did.
It was actually somewhat difficult to find the restaurant because the streets here do not display addresses. That’s always a joy. Like Hawaiian singers. Exactly.
After lunch we stopped by the shopping mall from hell. The parking was all compact and everyone had SUVs. We went to Radio Shack to get a new memory card since are current one is full. We also ended up visiting Starbucks, Blockbuster, and Foodland. Guess which actually had a bathroom. Didn’t even have a shower. I know right!
After all this we drove for about an hour to get to the Polynesian Cultural Center. It was the opposite of the Hawaiian singer, impressive in simpler words. Nice atmosphere, nice people, very energetic, detailed dances. We saw a canoe pageant, went to a dinner Luao where we met people from ‘Shee-cago’, and honeymooners from Japan. They were nice, the dinner experience was nice. I am nice. Oh yeah, we also went on a tour that showed BYU of Hawaii and the Temple. That was nice too. Like my wife. SAVED!
From there we went to an evening dance show called ‘Breath of Life’. It was surprisingly long, but they did an amazing show. In other words, it was like the muppet show…with less puppets. Yeah, mind blowing.
I also bought a shirt featuring the character from the animation segments presented throughout the show. The animation was done by one of my animation professors, so that was cool. Like ice ‘ya all!
We then left for home…or at least tried. For some reason the latch on the convertible top had gotten stuck. It took us a good 10 or 15 minutes to finally figure out how to fix it. The struggle is best described as playing Tetris, holding the old-school cabbage green screened GameBoy upside down. Bri apparently is really good at playing Tetris in an upside down fashion. Who knew.
We made it home, we went to bed. Yeah, the end.
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Hello, Kim here. I'm just writing to inquire about the possibility of getting some pictures. While your writing is very witty, some of us are more visual learners. For instance, I have no idea what the "fluffy things that are blue" are that you're supposedly thanking. If not, love ya anyway. Over and out.
ReplyDeleteI forgot my USB cord at home. All pictures will be posted on Friday evening when I get home (maybe Saturday). Even still, we may never know what Nephi means when we talks of those fluffy things that are blue. He is weird. Love ya too!
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