Hawaiin Hoopla
Haven't had much to report here - The weather has been nice, so I spent a couple of days working on our deck. We used a solid stain... that now applied gives the appearance of skin. Like generic "skin color"? It's a MASSIVE helicopter landing pad of a deck... in skin color. I actually think it might look good once it's faded in a little bit though. Also with some black framed patio furniture and black flower pots. We shall see.
(Also have to spend a day laying on the deck painting between cracks some day... not sure if it's worth it)
So last night was the "Hawaiin Hoopla" at Ryans. What is a Hawaiin Hoopla you ask!? simple - a house party at Ryans like any other but with more Hawaiin clothes, lots of coconut bra's (primarily on men) and lai's. It was a pretty good time I think all in all. A fair contingent of folks showed up which always keeps things interesting. Biggest complaint is the same as always with Ryan parties of late.... their ad hoc KAREOKE set up. The thing is this... whether the party lacks theme, has theme... whatever... it always ends up with some people standing there with the microphone badly belting out the same goddamn power ballads every time. Which (and maybe I'm just a party pooper) is incredibly uncool.
This whole evening had other circumstances arise that where unusual to me. It's the first time in AGES I've spoken to the police - and the first time when it was a potentially scary proposition!! I had left my cell phone in my car, parked within 20 feet of the end of the drive way. I casually went out to get it, beer in hand, good buzz already aquired. When suddenly as I'm approaching my car the POPO pull up behind me and say something to the effect of "we see the bottle". I went on with alot of "yes sir, I was just grabbing my cell phone real fast" "the party is raight there" "yeah, sorry sir, won't bring it with me next time" Basically I was over courteous and vaguelly frightened. My only other encounter with police, was the ONE time I've been pulled over YEARS ago because one of my head lights was out and he gave me a warning to be sure I got it fixed. So I was definately feeling a little intimidated while drunk - holding a beer - walking down the street. OH WELL... exciting times. Didn't soil myself or anything!
This post is now probably long enough.
Peace.
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(Also have to spend a day laying on the deck painting between cracks some day... not sure if it's worth it)
So last night was the "Hawaiin Hoopla" at Ryans. What is a Hawaiin Hoopla you ask!? simple - a house party at Ryans like any other but with more Hawaiin clothes, lots of coconut bra's (primarily on men) and lai's. It was a pretty good time I think all in all. A fair contingent of folks showed up which always keeps things interesting. Biggest complaint is the same as always with Ryan parties of late.... their ad hoc KAREOKE set up. The thing is this... whether the party lacks theme, has theme... whatever... it always ends up with some people standing there with the microphone badly belting out the same goddamn power ballads every time. Which (and maybe I'm just a party pooper) is incredibly uncool.
This whole evening had other circumstances arise that where unusual to me. It's the first time in AGES I've spoken to the police - and the first time when it was a potentially scary proposition!! I had left my cell phone in my car, parked within 20 feet of the end of the drive way. I casually went out to get it, beer in hand, good buzz already aquired. When suddenly as I'm approaching my car the POPO pull up behind me and say something to the effect of "we see the bottle". I went on with alot of "yes sir, I was just grabbing my cell phone real fast" "the party is raight there" "yeah, sorry sir, won't bring it with me next time" Basically I was over courteous and vaguelly frightened. My only other encounter with police, was the ONE time I've been pulled over YEARS ago because one of my head lights was out and he gave me a warning to be sure I got it fixed. So I was definately feeling a little intimidated while drunk - holding a beer - walking down the street. OH WELL... exciting times. Didn't soil myself or anything!
This post is now probably long enough.
Peace.
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