Things were a little different today.... starting at 4:15am when he called... he asked if I wanted to go sailing on Saturday, which was his little way of saying things will get better. Then I rolled over and went. I was nearly late to class...arriving one minute before 8. (It's my style.)

After work I drove back to the hotel, changed into my swimsuit and laid out next to the pool to read some more of my darling and distressed Hemingway novel. The trade winds lapped over me, making it just a little cooler than I had wanted. I listened to the Features and Modest Mouse, with a bit of Keane to wrap it up.

After that, I walked to the Waikiki 24hr Fitness club to take the spinning class. *Sigh*....there cannot be a more beautiful place to tire yourself out. The class was on an open balcony across the street from the beach. Yes, as I was riding, I gazed out into the Pacific, watching the surfers floating in the water and the cruise ships gliding by. Oh -- and since the class started at 6pm, I got to watch the sunset as well. After the class, I crossed the street to the beach, took off my shoes and walked calf-deep in the cool seawater. Refreshing. Ahhh. At that point, the water was colored in strips of blue, pink, purple, and orange. The sun, just dipping into the horizon, glared orange, and the clouds streamed out from the sun like long, fluffy sunbeams of peach and orange-creamsicle. I felt as glorious as the view...

I walked until it was dark, then went back to the hotel to shower off. Hunger hadn't quite set in, so I walked about, window shopping along Gucci, Prada, Burberry, and Chanel Lane... I saw a $5,000 Chanel suit. If I had the money.... it was Quality!

I decided I should eat something...found a Japanese-style Korean BBQ (don't ask) and paid a rediculous amount of money (not really) to grill fatty beef strips and eat kimchee. If you're ever in the situation where you're eating alone in Honeymooners-R-Us, a Korean BBQ is the way to go. Grilling keeps you occupied so you don't end up twirling your chopsticks and looking pathetic. As an extrovert....I've found eating alone is an exercise in silence. I was just dying for someone to talk to, so I kept calling the waitress over to ask for napkins, more water, to turn the grill up.... she didn't speak English very well and didn't want to acknowledge my Japanese, so the conversation stopped at "water please." (mizu okudasai)

Well, I and my piece of Godiva's Dark Chocolate Mint will now retire to the bedroom. Hope I kept you entertained for 5 mintues...

~ Amber