Del Mar

36 boxes, ten rolls of tape and one hell of a supportive roommate later here I am in San Diego, CA staying with a friendly coworker in Del Mar, north of San Diego proper. And yes it's cold. Well, cold for me.

I left Honolulu with a bang, (pictures will follow) hitting all the old favorites: Bambooze to hear Jason sing one more time, Friday's of course for some ensuring-no-hurling-chicken-fingers and to say goodbye to Apato and other random empoyees and regulars, a quick jaunt up to the 5th floor pool bar, The Deep End and then the famaliar walk to Kelly's. Since the Rose closed down it was super packed. Just one beer there. Really, only one beer there and then we hiked to the Diamond Head side of Waikiki to Spinners.

We're were spinning baby, we were spinning.

And what night is complete without karaoke? Please never, ever let me have a microphone in my hand again. Ever.

Last call didn't stop the fun.

In keeping with my style I returned home at 8 am only to continue packing and preparing boxes for shipping and items for goodwilling at the generous gesture of my amazing friend Mark.

Note to all, hangovers make the good bye at the airport much less tearful, hardly any at all in fact.