The past few days have been pretty low key as Dave settles into work and I’m on “vacation.” Although we did visit the museum to participate in a performance work where we got to eat Japanese soup. It was pretty good and an interesting project. It was perfect out that day so there are a bunch of pictures posted below.
We went and saw Jake Shimabukuro, the best ukulele player in the whole world, on Friday. He is originally from here and performed in a small restaurant venue, so it was really interesting to see all his friends and family in the audience. Throughout his performance he kept seeing people he knew and shouting out to them. Pretty funny. If you haven’t yet seen his playing which is insane, click on his picture I’ve posted below and it will link you to 1 of his youtubes. That should give a sense of what we saw. It was pretty surreal.
I’ve been spending a lot of time at the beach which has been lovely. I’m usually there for about 2 hours a day. Just enough time to get some sun without getting sun exhaustion and gross and sweaty. Although I think I’m going to take a short break and visit the pool on the roof for a while as a really creepy, old surfer-dude approached me yesterday. There have been a ton of surfers out lately, which is really fun to watch, because there have been unusually large swells this week. So, I was just minding my own business, listening to This American Life on my Ipod-hooray for dorkiness!-and picking out tiny shells from the sand around me, when this old surfer came down and sat next to me. He was maybe late 50s early 60s and was like, so you want to surf? Of course, I really REALLY do, but not with this guy, so it pained me to say no. I asked him how long he had been on the island and he said “many moons,” I asked what he did (as in to make money) and he said surf, and then he wanted to thumb wrestle with me. Gross. I think he finally got the point I wanted to pick up on my This American Life ep when I kept giving him 1 word responses. Thankfully, he moved on.
I was also approached on the bus. OH THE BUS. Seriously, a new story every time I get on it. There were many, many seats around, but of course this older man (perhaps older Hawaiian men have a thing for women 30 years younger than them with ethnic noses and short hair) had to come sit down right next to me. As soon as he opened his mouth, I could smell the beer. He proceeded to tell me about his knee pain and how he was supposed to get pain killers that day, but the dr. changed his appointment so instead he went to go play pool and drink and made $50.
Quirky as they are, these strangers I’ve met have been harmless and certainly have brought me interesting albeit uncomfortable conversation.
Theme of Waikiki.
I’m soooo good at taking pictures with my left hand. It’s nuts.
View of Diamond Head crater and Honolulu from the road walking down from the Contemporary Museum.
The ridiculous clear view from the Contemporary Museum. Look for Diamond Head in the distance.
Little jungle on the Contemporary Museum grounds.
At the Contemporary Museum. Realizing how mushroom-y my hair looks when the weather gets to it. Notice Dave’s shark tooth necklace. hilarious! yes, he’s almost 26 and still wearing something my little brother wore when he was 10.
Dave waaaay out in the warm water. As far out as he is it’s still surprisingly shallow.
Dave on the beach.
Jake Shimabukuro-safe to say the best ukulele player in the world. Apologies for the blurriness, it was dark in there, had to keep the shutter open for longer than I wanted.
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