40s == Classy

Greetings from Maui kiddies. Took a supa quick flight with Lau from Honolulu over to Kapalua late this afternoon. Anytime the airport is so small that the plane lands, comes to a stop, turns around, and goes back down the very same runway you just landed on, you know you’re at a small airport. Thanks to Julie (Lau’s girl) working at Expedia, we’re crashing at the Ritz-Carlton, and checking out the Mercedes Championships this weekend. Yes, it’s extremely nice. No, I don’t think walking around with 40s in paper bags is inappropriate. Yes, I did see Joe Torre having a drink in the lobby. Yes, I will make Tiger my best friend this weekend. No, I don’t have his wife’s sister’s phone number yet. No, I haven’t found the cable for my camera yet. Yes, I forgot to pack my camera. Awesome.

As somewhat of an aside, I’d like to point out that you’ll have to deal with me just yapping about this and that for a while. No waxing philisophical, or showing off my non-existant writing skills. Thankfully, Time Warner came and setup my internet access (i shall stick my laptop out the window to get online no more!), so I’ll probably be blogging more. Or not. I don’t know. I feel like I have a lot of meaty posts that I just haven’t had the energy to write lately. Maybe I’ll write them next week when I’m feeling more settled. Maybe not. Okay, time to go to bed. Maybe Lau will stop snoring. Maybe not…