Hawaii Lite

This past Friday, Staci organized a bachelorette night for T at a popular Hawaiian nightspot down on Geary in the City. A few of us non-femmes made it out for the last half hour. Before I had a chance to get my seat warm, the drinks came out, one after the other. I don't remember much after that, really. Just bits here and there. The live island music, a pair of raunchy dice, a group tequila shot, a camera phone shadowing my every move, downing a pink Pepto-looking concoction, a small windup toy "swimming" across the table, Wag Boy clearing his throat for an encore performance of the Peking Opera, Christine and Staci looking on in disbelief... hope the night was not a portend of things to come this weekend when T and I are actually in Hawaii... "island living" may be a bit too much for my system. Anyhow, mahalo to Staci for planning the night out and for not hiring a male dancer for the occasion... notwithstanding an inebriated Jonathan doing the Irish jig on the sidewalk after our nightcap at the Korean bar down the street... Riverdance it was not.