Hopefully, in a few hours, I’ll be able to tell you what Waikiki looks like from Diamond Head. My sister, Niece 2 and I are meeting up in a little while to hike the crater and then we will feast on breakfast. Then it is off to the Big Island.
Yesterday we toured the zoo, aquarium and took in fireworks. A pretty full day. The day before the nieces and I went surfing. More accurately, they went surfing, popping up on their boards like they’d always known how to do it. It was pretty awesome. Me? Caught a decent wave on my knees, but I am in no shape to stand up and hang ten.
I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around the combination of very city vibe and beach tourist scene in Waikiki. I’m ready for a slower pace.
Here are some pictures from our visit:
Fire dance at the luau
The title of this post is the email I sent the better-half yesterday. That was the entirety of it.
I never thought I’d live long enough to see marriage equality in Virginia, but that happened in October 2014. We thought at the time, if Virginia can pull it’s proverbial ass out, then how long before the rest of the nation could? As it turns out, not too long.
It makes me .
It’s been a hell of a few weeks. All people can get married. We can all get health care. An ignorant, racist twat in South Carolina tried to bring The Hate and instead we’re learning how to bring the love and respect to the table, finally. As a girl raised in Virginia and born in the late 60s, who would have thought.
The woman to the far right was tap dancing. Tap dancing. The best way to hear that song, ever.
We were given these:
which was our entry into a speakeasy. The space was great, the band was hot and the drinks were outstanding. A completely unexpected thing to do after a show and so much fun.
Last night, we went to see the Psychedelic Furs. We stood behind these guys:
Do you recognize them? Me, not the particulars, but had I seen the Psychedelic Furs back in the day, I would have stood behind these guys. Same age group, same level of enthusiasm and it was nice to see. I could imagine these guys standing around, dressed the same way in 1989, buying each other beers and cracking each other up.
Because we are on vacation and the weather is outstanding, we indulged in some cheese:
The strawberries and the pumpernickel rye on the plate were purchased this morning from the Farmers’ Market. The place was back in full swing this morning.
We made short ribs last weekend and to finish them off, the better-half made gravy. Open-faced goodness:
For something that looks like it was a brown lump on a plate, it was delicious.
We bought tulips, but I am thinking we need to plant some this fall:
The wisteria is nuts in the wild part of our yard:
In other random news, I walked downstairs yesterday morning and found a chicken in the front yard. Not something that happens every day. She wandered off and I presume jumped the fence back to her own yard.
We went to a show the other night that was simply amazing. We saw The Bad Plus in a venue new to us. Because we were at the early show, there were only about 30 people in the audience. I hope Richmond showed them some love at the late show. If not, we are collectively fools.
Yesterday, the better-half’s sister (still weird typing that) brought her kids over to hang out. His aunt and grandmother visited as well. They brought a cake that the sister’s mother would bust out for special occasions. It was a nice touch and delicious:
The nieces dig their new uncle because this is what happened in our backyard:
That is a crazy obstacle course like American Ninja Warrior.
Today we are smoking bacon and taking care of a few yard chores, but mostly sitting around.
Even though this house was gutted and rebuilt, there’s always something that’s not quite right, isn’t there? An utter moron installed the lights in our downstairs bathroom:
See those arrows? They are pointing you in the right direction to see this:
Oh hey, it’s totally OK to install lights without covering the electrical box, right? We’re pretty sure whatever sconces were there before the sellers left the house were not the ugly things we inherited. They don’t go with the rest of the fixtures in the bathroom and a hack installed them.
The story gets better. The boxes weren’t even the right kind of box–rectangular boxes aren’t for light fixtures (think switches or sockets):
Two trips to the hardware store later and the new boxes and lights were installed:
Did you happen to notice in the fourth picture that weirdo paint job? Who doesn’t take the mirror down when painting the rest of the room? The mirror just hangs off two hangers. Easily slid on or off the hangers so you don’t have to painstakingly go around a mirror with a paint brush.