Whales and Kramer
The last few days I've been in a daze of other people's wealth and beauty. My nanny job working for the evil lady got canceled by her. I was pretty relieved. I got two compleatly different jobs, and they were both absolute cake. When I have to deal with the assholes, I seem to forget how good my job can be, when I'm dealing with nice people. Last night I got paid double since it was New Years eve, to scan through what seemed like 50 movie channels, and file my toe nails. SWEET! Then I went out with this random guy I met at a party I was working at, who lives in San Fran and contracts out painting. He seemed nice, so I went out with him and his brother and brothers girl friend, did some drinking at Huggos on the ROcks, and into a few "clubs" where they had "music" and "dancing." It was okay...... The guy really started getting on my nerves after a while because he Never shuts up, and has no memorie, so I got 50 questions, and then the same 50 questions over and over again all night, because he forgot the answers. Anyway, I checked out his parent's something billion dollar home in Halualoa, and its mariad of carp ponds, water features, fountains, waterfalls, orchid groves, bamboo forests, hot tubs, and just couldn't believe my eyes. I wished repeatedly for my dead camera. Went on a kayak about a mile out into the ocean and after much waiting, a couple of Huuuuuge ones came up several times just about 30 or so feet away. I was overwhelmed at their beauty and sheer size, and kindove scared too. I probably should have gotten out and tried to snorkel, but wussed out. Then I started to get a little sea sick, which was encouraged by my new years hangover, and the bouncing waves. Went back to shore to try not to start puking in the sand, and Kramer walked by ( you know, from "Kramer?") and smiled and sort of checked me out. We exchanged niceties and then he walked off, followed later by his wife, who is a hottie.