randomness

Alright, there's no way to avoid this being random, so I may as well embrace it...

The last 5 days of Buca have been utterly exhausting and, in all ways, unbearable. I can't say I didn't make money, but it certainly wasn't worth tolerating the horror that was Christmas Eve followed by the insanity that was the power outage. At least now I have some time off in order to recuperate and manage my life.

Ironically enough, now that I do have some time to take care of these necessities, I've developed a sore throat. And in the world of Megan and her health, this means that I'm getting sick. It's inevitable. Super.

As a result of my crazy workweek, I bought new work shoes. I attribute half of my complaints to the fact that my work shoes sucked. This was no surprise, as I bought them on sale at Payless for five dollars. I thought I just needed something to get me through a week or two, but alas, I am in Hawaii longer than I thought. So I invested in some Crocs. That's right. I'm a convert.

I have to be moved out of this apartment by Wednesday. Although I have no idea as to exactly how this will take place, it must be done. And much cleaning will be involved. It may be a hassle, but I have no hesitation in bidding farewell to the Nazi douche bag that frequently haunts the front desk. More on him later. He's a story, in and of itself.

Seriously, this sore throat is a bitch. My sleeping habits better not be affected. I need to pass out in that beautiful bed of mine as soon as my sheets are done in the dryer. Insomnia has taken it's toll enough on me this week.

I need to call my Mom.

I need to purchase a new camera.

I need a decent internet connection.

I think I lost 5 pounds.

rest in peace, my dear casio

My lack of camera is aggravating. I'm normally an avid photographer, but even more so here in Hawaii. Everything is more picture worthy. Now that I'm blogging I always keep in mind opportunities to capture photographic evidence of blog worthy material. Yes, I'm a dork. I sorely missed out on Sunday and I know tomorrow will be something I would have loved to capture also, not to mention future shenanigans and New Year's Eve. Oh, I'm sure someone will have a camera on hand tomorrow, but I prefer to have my own. Call me a control freak.

A small fraction of me hopes the coworker that broke my camera will buy me a new one. (An even smaller fraction of me hopes that by beating my camera against the coffee table this will somehow fix my lens and the screen will no longer say "LENS ERROR"...umm, not that I've tried that or anything.) My incessant guilt trips at work can only help me in this endeavor, but I doubt they will. In time I will buy a better one. Until then the camera on my Blackberry will have to suffice. (Alas, I can't get too frustrated over my loss, as the camera was a hand me down from someone in the first place.)

By the way, it is now past midnight, so I suppose I should wish everyone out in the blogosphere (if you will) a Merry Christmas. Hopefully you get what your heart desires.

thanks to everyone that made my day special!

So, all in all, I'd say my 27th birthday was a success. I slept in, much to my mother's disapproval. Life is tough when you're the owner of a Blackberry. I set my phone to vibrate, but it vibrates rather vehemently. So all the texts and phone calls that were meant to extend birthday wishes actually kept repeatedly waking me up all morning. (Not that I'm complaining. Actually I am.) In addition to that, I also receive all email alerts on my phone, including any activity on facebook or myspace. So the damn thing was going off every 15 minutes. At one point I threw it on the floor. What can I say, I'm loved.

In the afternoon I made my way to Ala Moana.



I hoped to find a deal on a cute little something to wear to dinner, but after a few hours of meandering I settled on a new pair of shoes to go with a dress I already owned. Good enough for me. Shoes are one of my vices. I also stopped by the MAC counter in Nordstrom to get my makeup done. I would not normally come up with this idea on my own, but several friends suggested it. They insisted I treat myself. And I decided, why not? So I did.

Dinner was scheduled at Gyu-kaku in the evening.





There were four of us attending for sure (Ash, Quita, Phil, and moi). An intimate little group, I suppose. I haven't eaten there in months. It can be rather pricey if you get carried away. Two others also showed up (Michael and Nick), which was an awesome surprise. Pitchers of Kirin Ichiban were consumed. We started off with poke, assorted kim chee, and tofu salad (the dressing is delicious). My only requirement was harami miso (beef with miso sauce), but we also ordered garlic shrimp, garlic scallops, miso butterfish, sweet onion, mushroom medley, bacon wrapped asparagus, and premium kalbi (which was the happy hour half off special). I got a lychee martini rather than a birthday cake, which was fine by me. And then the staff came around and sang. And their way of celebrating was bringing me a birthday shot which tasted like apple, but apparently had 151 in it.

Instead of having dessert there, we spontaneously decided to head over to Coldstone. But alas, they had just closed. Since we were already in the area, we crashed Buca, even though they too had just closed. This worked out well. Alex bought our dessert. And then apologized for harassing me so much, which was appropriate. Tiara met us there. And then we moved on.

The night continued on to Charthouse for a lychee martini or two. Mmm, my favorite. And then we ended up at Red Lion's in Waikiki. It was much busier than on previous Mondays, which was disappointing. But in the end it was a fun night. Lots of socializing and laughs. The only negative aspect of the evening was my camera getting broken. It's not in the best condition anyways, but the person put in charge of documenting the evening with photos dropped the darn thing. He's looking into getting it fixed for me.

All in all, a much better birthday than 26. The lack of a blizzard guaranteed that one though.