The Fallacy Continues...

I almost feel bad - Zona and I are back at our hotel, fresh towels under our bums, supplied by a man who obviously thinks we are paying guests. But clean towels are nice...it's ok I tell myself; the guests who pay are not nearly as appreciative as we are. The pool beckons, but the weather today is sprinkling showers, followed by sunshine, followed by mini showers. We have checked out of the hostel and will be flying to Maui tonight and have an afternoon to kill. Our biggest and most taxing decision so far has been this: do we sit at the bar and drink or go poolside? Bar equals glass, poolside equals plastic...hmmm, what are a couple of beach babes in matching sarongs to do?
I am sure, my gentle readers, that you are wondering about last nights festivities. Well, Zona's dream of landing a Japanese man "straight off the boat" (her words exactly), did not come to fruition. I gave the oh so dreamy sushi chef my number and we'll see what happens. He has been dubbed "Mr. Sushi". Upon an enlightening discussion with Zona, I learned that Mr. Sushi would not be considered hot by Japanese standards, but by our standards, we agreed that we would allow, well nevermind. This is a PG-rated blog. Yes, ladies, he is smokin'. And Zona and I don't even have the same taste. Except for Mr. Sushi. Oh-na-ni!!! So we'll see if he calls. We have not told him of our lustful thoughts towards him; rather, just gave him a piece of paper with my number on it and to give me a call...after that, we went to the bar at our hotel, drank wicked strong Mai-tais, met some Austrailian girl who convinced us to go to some lame hotel club for the midnight toasting. After that, we left and strolled down the beach, carefully avoiding fireworks and dog crap. Our search for a greasy spoon diner or wholesome ramen was fruitless and after numerous propositions to hotel parties and the like, we ended up back at our hostel, talking with a couple Brizilians, a young 20-year old Japanese boy who was quite cute and a desparate Indian guy. Think Van Wilder people. That was fun while it lasted and after about an hour, we turned in for the night.
I am not sure about internet access in Maui, but I will do my best to give an update as frequently as possible. Click on the pic above to see it better. It is Zona and I at a roof-top bar on New Year's Eve. Thanks for the kiss, chica!