Hawaiian Reeves

Hawaiian would like to give a huge shout out to L’il Tim, who continues to leave comments (unlike some other people I know) and who will soon be off to law school.  It’s good to know that some people actually look forward to law school, and that they even plan to finish it.

This reminds me, of course, of someone I once dated.  Someone with a very peculiar and distinctive voice who always, always identified himself with his first, last, and middle names when calling me despite the fact that I lived alone and whose mother still did most of his grocery shopping.  Unlike my most recent crush, this man actually loved law school, and after three years of practicing law, very much wished that he could still be in it.  So maybe there’s a happy medium between loving law school and loathing it, and here’s hoping that L’il Tim finds it.  I’ll also be hoping that he finds the shelf of sale denim at the Scoop location in the west village, where just last week, women’s GoldSign jeans were tagged at $39 in just his size. (There’s a reason I call him L’il Tim, and it’s not just because of the bling and the jail time.)

So today, I look a bit like a candy cane.  A tired candy cane, of course, but a candy cane nonetheless.  My skin and the sun do not get along, and so after watching this woman:

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Hawaiian has just returned from five days of high humidity, higher temperatures, and no television on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

And despite the extreme heat, obscene travel delays, and constant rainstorms while I was there, it’s fair to say that the vacation itself was useful.  If being grateful for constant clamminess and dirty streets wasn’t a sign that I really needed a break from California, I’m not sure what would be.  Of course, I think I’m being punished for leaving because it’s now even hotter here than it was in New York.  In the scarily true words of my turban-clad Indian shuttle driver this morning, “I thought I ditched this shitty weather when I left my whole family in Fresno.”

Anyway, despite feeling I’m trapped in Phoenix(but without all of the bad sideburns and concrete buildings), I’m glad to be back.  Or glad that I went.  Maybe both, even.  And without turning this blog into a shameless exploration of my own issues, (because I have a therapist for that, and she actually provides comments) I’ll simply say that I was very, very depressed before I left.  I don’t think 5 days in a sauna cured me of that, but it’s likely that I hot rock bottom at some point on Friday, at which point I shut down my computer for a full 48 hours for the first time in years.  So, after flying home this morning next to a screaming child and sorting through 400 messages of spam, here are some high- and low- lights of the trip. Read the rest of this entry »