It's November?!

Yesterday I got to drive a bemer around almost the entire island. Angel and I started early and hit the Pali Highway with the sunroof open and a zippy car we headed out to Kailua beach and floated and sunbathed for about 3 hours. The clouds were rolling in, just a bit! So we drove on to Hanama Bay (huge tourist attraction, great snorkeling). Kinda gandered about seeing pretty views and peculiar people. We cruised all the way to Ka'ena Point. The west side is suuper local. There's a huge chunk missing out of the beauty that's used for a military firing range. )hem.(
These damn cats got me feelin' all homeless.The thing is, Bell know she is not all allowed in my room and respects that. She does her thing, I do mine. She does get a little handsy with my mealtimes, but overall she leaves me alone and I'm cool with that. Mickey and I are tight. No one else likes him, and he knows it. He's so chill we bond continuously. And then there's Sebastian good for damn nothing, orange hellion, bastard cat. Pissing on my clothes, trying to steal my drinks.. The latest, he ran up my screen and popped my air mattress, which is weird because he's not supposed to be in my room in the first place. So NOW I have to sleep in the living room until I either a. Try to do an exchange and yell at Walmart, or b. Tape the shit out of it. I have the box but not the receipt. And I'd bring a really good uncomfortably stranded camper story.
Speaking of stories! I thought of a time in the Old Port with my partner in crime, Erin Wad. It was mid Spring 2012, when we embarked on an average night out on the town which never turns out to be so. Whether it was something in the air, the alignment of the moons or a shift in awareness. As we walked to Old Port Tavern, our favorite divebar, we noticed an unusual amount of clowns all throughout the streets. Not that an amount if clowns would be usual. We arrived at OPT, grabbed some grateful deads and grabbed a table. From the bar to the dance floor vibes were strange. The final straw that pulled us out of the place was the creepiest freaking clown man of my life. Immediately outside of the bar there was a very large man with a bulletproof vest and without a smile, who was accompanied by a box-topped fool dancing an upright worm with a family sized bag of Lays potato chips. We were feeling like tonight was too odd to cope and we took a walk. Down Wharf St, we were approached by a friendly German man. After multiple courteous attempts at ditching the guy, we found a way to swiftly make our break. As we walked away from him he yelled, "Good luck, you'll need it!" As we hustled on our way all about out little city, people reappeared in the strangest of ways!  <3 love your love waddydingerbabypie
I almost forgot! Tonight I was taking the bus back from an appointment and the stop was riddled with hoodlums and jail bait. A group of 10 or so local boys who I'd say were about 14 were making a ruckus. One of them jumps in front of oncoming traffic and starts banging on the windows. Another pushes him back onto the sidewalk. Just as a car rolls by two of the kids jump and hang onto the car by the sunroof. The driver slams on his breaks and punches one kids hands, causing him to fall off but land on his feet. This fills him with so much juice that he punches the dudes window. The car takes off speeding as one kid is still hanging on then slammed on his breaks, sending the kid flying and smashing into the curb. They all go nuts and chase at the car while it speeds away. One of them starts asking me for money, and I said I didn't have any. They finally jump on A and I waited for a few more minutes just as a friend shouts, "hey, Kristen! Need a ride?" I said YUP and got in the truck so fast. Oh me oh my!