Yes, “Sans-Boobie” Is A Word

I planned to finish my Mos post yesterday but I was too busy um…doing ur…

Seriously people, it’s getting ridiculous how little I can get done in one day. Yes, little. I get to the end of the day and I’m just thinking what the heck did I do? Until going out for drinks last night, the most energy used was walking myself back from all-you-can-eat-pancakes at the 24 hour diner down the street. All you can eat pancakes for $5? Dangergous, but genius.

Anyhoo, back to the Pipeline. I spy-snapped a couple pictures of Merry, but seeing as I was too close to use the flash and not embarass myself, they didn’t come out too well. Hot chick and black guy? Ran away too fast. Eventually I see Mos’ bodyguard (who in any other state than Hawaii, would be the biggest guy in the place…well, maybe except wisconsin.) walking towards me and right behind him, riding the people wake, is Mos. They appear seemingly out of nowhere, cut through the VIP room and end up at back on stage. I ran downstairs and got to the front before anyone even knew what was what. At the end of him just sorta hanging out for about 10 minutes, as soon as he started his goodbyes, I spun and sprinted back up to the VIP room. I was gonna head him off at the pass.

Okay, get the camera ready.
Crap! Battery’s dying.
Crap!
Wait, take the battery out, put it back in.
Okay, sweet. Why the heck does that work?
Crap! Camera is full! Quick! Erase something!
Ack! Okay here he comes.
Don’t be a wuss.
Don’t be a wuss!
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Excuse me, Mos. Mos! Mos!

Now before we go any further, I’d just like to make sure the record shows that “Excuse me, Mos. Mos! Mos!” was said out loud. Yes, I know the tagline is the dopest popolo in Waikiki, but seriously people, it’s freakin’ Mos. I was a deer in headlights.

Well, as you can guess from my drunken tirade at 4a Saturday night, he didn’t stop for the picture. My positioning was perfect, but I didn’t have enough boobies (yes. i said boobies.). I guess finishing a second, mini, bonus set, officially makes it groupie time, because my sans-boobie “Mos! Mos!”s were completely drowned out by boobie-having “Mos! Mos!”s. But as previously stated, I do at least deserve points.

Eric and I strolled home and spent a couple hours eating Jumbo Jacks (there are no Wendy’s in Oahu!) and talking story at my local Jack In The Box. Great finish. Great night.