chemaccino good, but not good for you
Sunday, October 16, 2005
What day is it?
It is seriously difficult to keep track of the days here, especially with the 6-hour time difference. Beau is out for a morning jog, and I wussed out because my legs are sore from snorkeling in a current. I know, the tiniest violin for me.
Anyway, it's a lazy morning; I'm sitting out on the you-know-what, web-surfing, in just a sarong. We tried taking a picture on me in the sarong the other day, but attempts were for naught. They look terrible, and not just because of the backlighting issues.
Instead, here's one we took from the hotel restaurant at sunset.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
We've been on the island of Maui for less than a day, and already I've come up with tons of blog fodder. Unfortunately for you, I am not going to take the time to write it all down.
One thing is, I was thinking about doing another 11 about how we fixed all the things that have so far gone wrong. But that felt awfully negative for a wedding that went so very well and a honeymoon that has delivered us safely to our destination. If you blame "the spirit of aloha", I will throw up a little in my mouth.
I will say only this: they promise to switch us to a room with a single king bed today, and they bought our breakfast for us this morning to make up for the mistake.
Last night, our first night in (on?) Maui, we ordered room service.
Because it was cheaper.
I swear to you, it's true - it's an expensive island. Anyway, we ate it outside on our room's balcony, overlooking a grassy patch of loveliness on the resort property.
Technically, this balcony thing is called a "lanai", but calling it that makes me feel like I'm on an episode of The Golden Girls.
Blanche! Bring the cheesecake out to the lanai!
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
By the way, for those of you who know me, there are a few photos over on my flickr page of the weekend goings-on.
Monday, October 10, 2005
The wedding was lovely; though I suppose I'm utterly biased.
Nobody would ever tell me differently, anyway, so I'll just go on believing people when they say it was one of the best weddings they've been to.
Like Mulder, I Want To Believe.
Tonight we are in an airport hotel on our way to Hawaii, and we just wanted to get our internet on before foraging for dinner.
According to Thunderbird, the spammers have missed me most of all.
They think Now is the timu and they want to know if I Want some love pi11s.
Well, now IS the timu, and we don't need any pi11s, thanks.