
After our gecko-sighting, we got in the car and drove to Turtle Bay, on the North Shore of the island, to look for turtles.
There's a gorgeous resort right on the bay.This is me standing on the beach with my bizarre tan lines.

Our turtle quest having been completed, we stopped at Giovanni's again on the way back to Waikiki.
We also visited a restroom in a McDonald's in Haleiwa that had some very strange rules about usage times:
That evening, Mary very generously treated us to a dinner cruise on the Star of Honolulu:
Tricia and me waiting to board the boat. I got that pretty necklace at the Aloha Stadium swap meet.
We were seated by a window, which was also right by the appetizer tray :-)
There was a spectacular view from the window. We saw a double rainbow over Honolulu,
Diamond Head,
and a gorgeous sunset over the Pacific.
The food was also fantastic. In addition to the appetizer table and the salad, we had lobster,
steak,
and dessert. Taryn, note the polka dots!
There was also entertainment on the cruise, including the emcee, who looked very very much like Harry Belafonte:Later, they played the YMCA. No one would get up with us and the Japanese tourists to do the dance, so Mary and I did the dance in our seats. (Side note - isn't my dress pretty? Ask Carter about it.)Mary also made friends with some of the luau dancers. When it's your fake birthday, everyone wants to get their picture taken with you!
After the cruise, we went inside Aloha Tower, where they had this super cool fish-tiled wall. I decided I wanted to be a fish too.
And then we retired to the Barefoot Bar at the Hale Koa, where Mary practiced her cougar moves, and no one would do the chicken dance with us.

5 comments:
So far, so good. No bird pictures.
Give it time. I haven't gotten to Hanauma Bay yet, land of the feral chickens that roam the beach.
Carter was going to comment that you hadn't made mention of your pretty dress, but alas, as I continued to read, there is my long awaited dress comment. You're just lucky my chest is smaller, or it'd have been MY dress. Stupid athletic endeavors causing chestular shrinkage. Where are my priorities? Weight loss or boobs?
I know where you live. I'd've come and kidnapped the dress and let it live with me. It's happier here anyway.
Well, I'm currently holding your skirt hostage, so it's not a far cry to think we'd steal one another's clothing. That skirt is going to elicit all sorts of fantastic attention.
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