On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain *
I am not a beach person.
I am not crazy about sand finding its way into places it should not be.
I am not a fan of tanning (being of natural beige-ness), and I am most definitely not a fan of the sun burning one's epidermis.
Despite my curmudgeonly views of beach-y places, I had a fabulous time in Hawaii. I even enjoyed the beaches. How could I not?
Special K attended a conference in Waikiki for a few days (clearly the archivists need to get on board this ship of having conferences in exotic locations) so it was something work related that provided the impetus for this island jaunt, but no complaints here.
The beaches were beautiful, the ocean blue, the weather perfect; and the mojitos, well, they were unparalleled.
There were beautiful things to see,
wonderful things to do,
and many things to spend money on
--some things completely unnecessary;
but most were totally justifiable.
A high point for this knitter was meeting up with the Aloha Knitters at their weekly meet up.
Thank you for the invitation Barb,
and thanks to the other Aloha Knitters for letting me crash in on the group--they are a lively bunch.
I conveniently sat next to Opal (knitting socks which turned out just perfectly) without realizing that she was the author of one of the many blogs that I lurk on (I am obviously a lurker no more).
It was a very successful trip. And I haven't even talked about the knitting projects I took with me (and worked on). Well, not yet anyway.
*weezer