Thought I would post some pictures before I headed out for the night…

This was the view from our hotel, the Pacific Monarch.
To the left? Ocean.  To the center? Waikiki.
And to the right…

Mountains.

I was excited.

[This is also what happens when you leave me alone with your digital camera.]

The first night, we (Damon and I + his sister, Amanda + his brother-in-law, Ryan) went to Duke’s for dinner, a very famous bar/restaurant in Waikiki. We were met by Damon’s cousin, April, and her boyfriend, Ben. I was THRILLED, because I had seen it on the Travel Channel with Samantha Brown. I was also very confused/jetlagged/excited/without makeup.

The delicious dinner (and “hawaiian iced teas” <– 99 Bananas, people!) was followed by a walk on the beach right at sunset.
Damon wanted to throw me into the ocean:

But I was already stoked.  Damn hippie.

[Damon was just taking a picture of the water and I crept in.  Because, if you haven't noticed, I. Am. A. Ham.]

Then I forgot about the whole beach/wave correlation and totally soaked my skirt.
[April got me the Lei. I was so disappointed that I didn't get one, stepping off the plane, or something. The one she bought was beautiful and smelled delicious. Tuberose, I think.]

[This would not be the first time I fell into the ocean.]
[That's foreshadowing!]