honolulu harbor
had to get up at 7:30 am to drive to town. i got to Queen Emma Street just before everyone else started to park in that spot. so i'm in town 2 hours early, hoping that Q will call me about the trip. then i figure i'll do a little excursion while i'm here to kill time. i've never been to the 'Iolani Palae, the only royal palace in the United States. cool, so i start my journey ... only to find out that i left my wallet at home. so now i can't pay for the tour, or prove that i'm kama'aina to get a discount. man ...
just when i decide to ask the volunteer a question - like literally my mouth had just opened - Q calls me. good timing since we've been playing phone tag for a couple days (he kept calling me while i was trapped at work). we talk for 20 minutes about my trip plans ... he might have to fly to the Phillipines and not even be there?! um... ok. so he says to just book it, it's free anyway, and to milk it - which means that i'll miss the entire Gamble run at school. i don't really care, but a part of me feels like i should be responsible and work. screw it - Marty can make the deposits and there ARE 2 other supervisors right? plus, then i can try to meet up with my teacher when he's at ACT, he's supposed to introduce me to a female clown/movement teacher. and maybe i can spend a couple days in Sacramento visiting the Radtkes and Ed.
then i bring up G and how i saw "Howl's Moving Castle" with him and realized that not only does he not respect me, I don't respect HIM. and then Q pointed out that by hanging out with him, it's like i'm not respecting MYSELF. great point. i tell him that it's hard to stop seeing him - that it feels like cutting off an arm. he says G is more like a cyst that's not supposed to be there anyway - a parasite. Q always makes such sense!
so after our talk, he went back to moving stuff into their 3 new story house (complete with elevator!) and i decided to explore downtown a bit. i ended up walking down Bishop St. to Aloha Tower and sat on the furthest edge of the pier that i could and just stared out into Honolulu Harbor, thinking about what lay beyond in the open ocean. the world awaits, but i have to respect myself first.
just when i decide to ask the volunteer a question - like literally my mouth had just opened - Q calls me. good timing since we've been playing phone tag for a couple days (he kept calling me while i was trapped at work). we talk for 20 minutes about my trip plans ... he might have to fly to the Phillipines and not even be there?! um... ok. so he says to just book it, it's free anyway, and to milk it - which means that i'll miss the entire Gamble run at school. i don't really care, but a part of me feels like i should be responsible and work. screw it - Marty can make the deposits and there ARE 2 other supervisors right? plus, then i can try to meet up with my teacher when he's at ACT, he's supposed to introduce me to a female clown/movement teacher. and maybe i can spend a couple days in Sacramento visiting the Radtkes and Ed.
then i bring up G and how i saw "Howl's Moving Castle" with him and realized that not only does he not respect me, I don't respect HIM. and then Q pointed out that by hanging out with him, it's like i'm not respecting MYSELF. great point. i tell him that it's hard to stop seeing him - that it feels like cutting off an arm. he says G is more like a cyst that's not supposed to be there anyway - a parasite. Q always makes such sense!
so after our talk, he went back to moving stuff into their 3 new story house (complete with elevator!) and i decided to explore downtown a bit. i ended up walking down Bishop St. to Aloha Tower and sat on the furthest edge of the pier that i could and just stared out into Honolulu Harbor, thinking about what lay beyond in the open ocean. the world awaits, but i have to respect myself first.