Aloha,
Sing with me “rain drops keep falling on my head . . ” and if you know the rest of the words carry on because I don’t.
It was a somewhat wet day, wet enough to turn my freshly washed white trunks into mud stained material, the freshly washed white shirt completing my attire has a pattern suitable enough for the mud splatter to blend in. Riding a bicycle through soggy leaves is not cricket.
This is what the 7 mile stretch is all about, getting shacked. Gabe Kling getting a coverup worthy of an overclaim unlike young Hayden who proceeded to get a good barrel but not worthy of the over claim he performed at the end, Come now Hayden, it wasn’t
even a blow out, tut tut.
Complementary dinner and drinks tonight, sure beats packet pasta again. It was the 25th Anniversary Dinner/Cocktail shindig for the Vans Triple Crown. The girls who come to these things always amuse me, ‘Pro Ho’ is the term I have been introduced to. And when you hear one girl saying to her friends “If you two happen to hook up” I stopped listening there as I was nearly rolling on the floor in stitches of laughter.
Witnessed an inpromptu jam session Rob Machado had with the shindigs band outside the hotel. I caught myself in a moment of being star struck, it’s Machado for crying out loud give me a break.
Until tommorrow when cooking rice and not ice is nice. Say that 3 times with 4 marshmellows in your mouth.
Mahalo
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