Comic Elements

As I'm settling in and getting ready to return to normal life, it occurs to me that I neglected to communicate the truly funny moments of the vacation--of which there were many.  

The first most glorious and unfortunate moment of humor arrived as Mindy and I were playing with the dangerous waves on the leeward side of the island.  We had just returned from a day out and decided to walk through the tides so that our feet would get wet, but waves being a bit unpredictable splashed much higher than our feet.  Mindy made a turn to get on to a hill, shouting back at me "I'm going to higher ground" and within a second was down on her knees knocked out by a wave.  The unfortunate part of the story is that her cell phone and camera were out of commission for the rest of the trip, but the funny part lay in the irony of the utterance.  For the rest of the trip saying the words "I'm going to higher ground" resulted in my laughing uncontrollably for no less than a minute, and Mindy saying "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" which produced even more laughter on my part.  (I know I sound pretty bad in this mix, but you really should have been there : )).

The next funniest night came after a couple bottles of wine, I don't think either of us knew where we were headed, but it was certainly one of those crazy nights where the next morning requires a play by play.  Needless to say we did not repeat such actions especially as it led to us being bums for more time than necessary.   And we now know that leaving Mindy and Melissa on the beach and in the condo all day does spell trouble.

As the week went on, I developed a hatred for Roosters.  For some reason these roosters would crow often and at all hours of the day, excepting a few hours in the evening.  After a while I just started yelling at the derranged roosters which is particularly horrible because we had no idea where the roosters were.

Lastly, I had still been listening to podcasts and news reports while on vacation and the news about Dick Cheney hit me particularly with a wave of disdain.  So much so that one of Mindy's favorite moments was on the highway back from Honolulu as I was ranting "You mean to tell me that the Vice President doesn't have anyone to help him move his boxes?"  Because seriously, is the white house that much of a ghost town that the poor man has thrown out his back moving his own stuff--what I'd really like to know is what was in those boxes he was taking out of his office.

Very successful vacation.  Very cold Wisconsin.  Thank you to Mindy's family for lending us the condo, directing us to Manoa Falls, and in general being fun.  Till the next advenure,
Mel

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