What is this "Blog" of which you speak?

Um... hey there, it's me and I have sort of realized that I have this thing called a blog and many nice and attractive people stop by daily to see if I have written anything that they can get a laugh out of (waste time at the office) and maybe I need to be a teeny bit more, shall we say, religious, about posting.

Because, dudes, it has been like a week and I am actually getting comments and emails asking if I have been involved in a nasty surfing accident or, perhaps, have I run off into the hills to live the rest of my life alone with the exception of some wild boar to call my friends?

A small point here would be that a vacation with one's children is simply your life in a different location. Meals (12 a day if you are my children) must be made and for that to happen the grocery store must be visited and that means driving the rental mini-van which of course leads to having to gas up the mini-van and don't forget to pick up some Sexx wax for my board while you are out, Mom.

Do you see? This is my life, 2.0, the Hawaii Days.

But, all is not grunge work in paradise. Because when I am not running the errands of the overworked, I am doing things like dancing to Elvira, in the rain, at a Bon Dance back in Manoa Valley, with approximately 200 Japanese Buddhists. They are honoring their ancestors. I am having a damn good time.

I am also keeping busy with things like judging the Miss Samoa Fa'afafine.

Have you clicked on the link? Yes, last night I was a judge for a Drag Queen contest.

My mother, who is half Samoan, was asked to judge by some friends and she in turn recruited me and the next thing you know I am sitting at a long table comparing notes with my good friend Christy as well as Hazel, Miss Fa'afafine 2002. Hazel is one of the best dancers I have ever seen and has the nicest skin as well... I am jealous of her pretty pretty fingernails and her obvious skill with makeup.

So, anyways, Miss Hibiscus, the rugby player who did a song and dance number to New York, New York, won by a mile. She was very gracious and totally stayed out of the slap fight which broke out between 3rd and 4th runners up.

Tomorrow my mother is hosting a birthday party for me (it was my birthday last Monday)... you know, the party, when asked, I said this about: I don't really want a party, but thanks. There are only 37 people coming so I guess I should feel lucky.

Sigh.

Aloha.