Dear Diary : Episode One:
Making the Bed at the Prince Hawaiian Hotel look GOOD!
I was super freaked about going on a vacation right before I was going to dive into starting a business, but I figured what the hell, YOLO (everyone hates this, I love it, but only for the first time am admitting it now). I think it should really be YOLOUURAB: You only live once, unless you are a Buddhist. Try saying it outloud, YOLOUURAB. Fun, wasn’t it?
Tired and hallucinating Cali Mist, in Hawaii. Wheeee!!
Anyways! Off to Hawaii to meet my Canadian friend, and awesome SEO expert writer friend from Alaska (same thing right?!). I took along my best friend and co-author to Cannabis Kitchen Gary Indiana (he’s hilarious). I stand at nearly 6 feet tall, and Gary, Gary is a little bit wide. So we had a real enjoyable time crunched into the middle of the Hawaiian Airlines flight. In fact, by the time I took off I was already over two days without sleep from stress. I tried drugging it away, I tried boozing it away, but nothing I could do could turn off this active mess of grey matter I got floating between my ears. 10 minutes to landing? ZZzzzz… time. What? You mean I’ve got places to be? Can I just sleep for the next round trip? Wake me up when we get there.
What you find at 7-11 in Hawaii
The first hotel was the Courtyard Marriott, and it was not particularly impressive in any way! The beds weren’t bad, but the room wasn’t ready until after three. The pool. was full of old ladies. I needed a change. That’s where I met Greg for the first time. I bet I had a dazed look on my face somewhat like a crack head. I was actually starting to hallucinate at this point, which I found really really cool.
Unfortunately, I was also starting to get terrified that I could die of sleep deprivation.
Gary and Greg, (ha, cute, just picked up on that now) became instant best friends and got very very drunk. Gary must have got offered weed a million times. If you want to find marijuana in Hawaii? Just wear a classy marijuana t-shirt.
I loved hangin’ with my BUDS in Hawaii…
Hawaiian Vacation, 420 at the home of the super strain.
Gary’s said welcome to the Jungle, but I also think this “Hanging with my Buds” one is a pretty solid choice. Trying to find weed in Hawaii? I guess if you wear a pot shirt. The 420 finds you, friend. Mahalo!
The Prince Hawaiian – (All Ocean View) Hotel was much better, and a bit more expensive as well. The buffet there was to die for, especially for a Japanophile like myself. The Price Court offered a buffet with fresh sashimi, a sushi chef who would take your every command and wrap it up in a hand roll, as well as shabu-shabu and more. It was pure magic.
I wrote a Price Hawaiian Hotel Review on my Travel Blog on Phoenix 24.
Greg the writer, attempts at left handed chopsticks.
Sure, I had to try and teach my writer friend to eat with chop sticks, but I definitely enjoyed breakfast there each morning by myself overlooking the Waikiki Marina. This one asian server I had, he was one of the best ever. I couldn’t even take a sip of my tea before it was refilled. I would like to have taken him home to wait on me full time.
I’ll add some more about this vacation later. Well, what I can remember of the vacation, I was pretty drunk a lot.