Day 4 (nighttime) - it's Saturday night, and we've been drinking all day. Against our better judgement, K and I decided to venture out for a night on the town. First stop was the hotel veranda for a warm up act. After meeting two fine young ladies (to be continued) we headed to The Yardhouse for more drinks and (as a necessity) some damn food. We got ambushed by a bachelorette party and stickered with name tags - Fuckable Foreigner (K. Wizzle) and Tasty Tourist (yours truly). The theme of the bachelorette party was naughty teacher (pinch me). After our rendezvous we headed toThe Shack, then Mad Dog saloon where we (narrowly) avoided a fight and partook in copious shot-taking (Jaeger). . . at this point we're digging our own ditches and asking for trouble. Upon closing time we were taken by Russian girls to an after hours club named Black Jack. If this place was a math equation, it would look like this:
Black Jack = strippers + Vegas + sketchy locals + cheap booze -(our money + our camera)
At this point K. Wizzle is seeing double, maybe quadruple. He takes himself outside and decides to take a nap on a curb in a dark alley (and later hotel floor). Meanwhile, yours truly hops in a cab with the Russian girls and heads for God-knows-where. They order the cab driver (in Russian) to pull over near the beach, sprint out of the car, and begin undressing for an hour-long skinny dipping session (pinch me). With estrogen clouding the airwaves I obliged (manly disclaimer: Hawaii is warm, but not that warm after an hour in the ocean).
Day 5 - More pool & beach. Sunset dinner at Duke's. The bartender, Jesse, has 12 years of experience and might have been the best bartender ever - he was essentially reading our minds. I took a picture with a large Hawaiian man, and K. Wizzle stole 150 rubles from some Russian girls on accident (it's only like $8, so don't worry :).Day 6 - Pool and beach, Asian girls, a strip club (to try and find the evasive lost camera), more girls, tall cans, scootering, wine and sunset, Polish girls, more wine.
Day 7 - (the one I've been waiting to share because this will go down as the best Tuesday in our lives!) The day started of with a scooter ride to Hanauma Bay for snorkeling. Then (here's where is gets good) we schedule and impromptu skydiving excursion on the North Shore. The skydiving place picks you up right from your hotel. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but this place is the gold standard for skydiving (best value, excellent staff, stunning aerials, etc.). The exciting part was K. Wizzle had never jumped before! We jumped in the van and treaded onward. "We just have to make a quick stop and pick up two more people," said the van driver. Whatever. We pull up to a hotel and lo and behold we see the same two Russian girls we hooked up with on our first night in Hawaii (talk about a small island!).
That night we celebrated our skydiving victory at Moose's with drinks a plenty. After several Bud Lights and some foosball we started scoping out the scenery at Moose's. K. Wizzle radared into to two sweethearts from Chicago - Amy and Melissa. We headed back to our hotel, ordered champagne at 2am, and had a late-night guitar session to boot! (these girls could sing everything - country, rock, you-name-it). K. took down a full length, and I stick to the MD/HJ side of things.
This night sounded the final notes of an eight day crescendo of laughs, new experiences, unforgettable memories, and the best of friends.
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