Letters From Honolulu

Here I sit in a coffee shop in Honolulu.
Cafe Mocha.
mmmm... I suppose.
It's raining out, but I was watching School of Rock on TBS in my room... in Hawaii. I figured that was pretty much the height of lameness, so I walked outside anyway. To a coffee shop. So that I can check my email. Which proved to be highly unentertaining. Driving in Honolulu sucks. It's pretty and whatnot... as long as you get out of the downtown touristy bullshit area. Yeah, Waikiki (sp?) Beach is gorgeous with the mountains and clear water and what-not. But this is still just America. With Japanese as the second language instead of Spanish. And everything's more expensive.

Was on the North Shore and saw an oceanfront "house" for sale, so I called the number. 6 bedrooms, 4 baths... $6.2 million. I told her that I was looking for something a little bit bigger but thanks for the help anyway. $6.2 million. For a house. The North Shore beaches were probably the prettiest I've ever seen tho. Not that I've seen a lot, but better than stupid Myrtle Beach... or Florida... or England... or even Jamaica... Not $6.2 million pretty tho.

And I left my camera at home b/c I woke up at 8:00 for my flight. Which left at 9:00. It turns out I also left my swimsuit, my flannel, and my belt. It is now time to go b/c I don't want to have to pay another dollar.

Pearl Jam is tomorrow tho. Finally.