Hawaii 2k9: Day 1

They say, “It’s not what you know but who you know.”  Well, I know Mindy and she knows someone who was willing to hand over a two bedroom condo for a week on The Big Island.  Luckily, I was on Mindy’s guest list as a +1 and I asked Margo to join me.

An 8:11am flight Friday morning necessitated rising before 6am.  The last time I was up that early, I was working in a cucumber field in Woodburn, Oregon.  Hawaii is five hours behind Chicago and I landed at about 4pm.  I refueled with a local brew and waited, at the airport, for Margo to arrive.

When all vacation participants were present, we ventured into downtown Kona (if you can call it a downtown) in search of dinner.  Even though I’m 31, I’m pretty sure if I took a “What’s Your Real Age?” test it would clock me at no more than an 11 or 12 year old, which explains my insistence on ordering the “Pu-Pu” platter for starters.

After dinner, we meandered and I spied a little piece of home.  I followed the banner like a rainbow, hoping to find my pot of gold (i.e. a Chicago dog).  No luck, just a local trinket store.

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Protection from Mexicans

When Margo was getting ready to go out, I noticed a small glass vial.  Since it was abnormally small and nondescript, I inquired about its contents.  “It’s perfume,” she answered.  “I’ve never seen a bottle of perfume with these characteristics,” I thought to myself.

After much thought, I concluded the vial likely contains Gypsy tears which are believed to provide protection from Mexicans.  Or it really could just be perfume.