Saturday.

Saturday, it was a special day. It was the day I had a fun day.

It started at 8:30 in the morning. Jake made a giant comfy bed in the back of his truck, Benny. There, we had breakfast in bed in our pajamas! Froot loops, pineapple and donuts.

Then, we headed to Turtle Bay where we hit golfballs at the driving range. Actually, he hit golfballs and I mutilated the grass and broke many many tees.

Lunch.

Sailing on the Fritz! We took out his sail boat and sailed around. So glad the sharks decided to stay away. Eeek!

After that, we headed to Waikiki and sat in the hot tub at the Sheraton. We got cleaned up and went to the International Marketplace where we got some bomb aviator sunglasses. Mine are hot pink, thanks.

Then we had a delicious dinner at Cheesecake Factory where we were asked if we were on our honeymoon. Ummm... no. I'm sorry, the part where neither of us were wearing rings must have thrown her off!

It was a fun day that left me rather tired.

=)

Tsunami

I am so glad that I was woken up at 3:30 on a Saturday to be alerted that there was a tsunami coming and expected to arrive at 11am! Upon instruction, I put together a backpack which contained the following important items...

0. Phone (in my pocke tof course!)
1. My laptop
2. My camera
3. My iPod
4, 5, 6. The chords for all of these items listed above.
7. A change of clothes
8. Bathing suit bottoms (I was supposed to do my laundry that day, so I had no clean underwear!)
9, 10, 11, 12. My wallet, S.S. card, birth certificate, passport, that fun stuff.

THEN I had the enjoyment of taking out my drawers and placing them as high as I could (a whole 2 feet on top of my bed).

After following these directions we were instructed to sit upstairs on the second floor and wait...

and wait...

and wait.

During this time I was introduced to Gossip Girl which has become my new addiction forcing me to lay in my bed, watching the seasons for hours upon end. Then, when emerging with blackened eyes and pale skin from being indoors, my hair frizzing out of a ponytail in pajamas I get looks of "Oh no... poor girl! Must be having a rough day." Nope. Just catching up on the newest trashy teen soap opera that encourages teen drinking, drugs, and causal sex. Now that's what I think of when I hear the words "Upper East Side private schools with over-privileged kids."

Back to the tsunami:

About 1:30, Nicole (my G.G. host) and i decided we'd had enough and ventured to the ground floor. What happened that day? Nothing. A 3 foot high wave hit the beach and it was over.

I napped, did my laundry, and completed a paper.

What a fantastic Saturday! The worst part...? It was a beautiful beach day!