I was looking forward to horseback riding while in Hawaii. Ranch staff seemed to be particular about which horse they selected for each rider. People seemed to be paired with horses that looked like them. I was relieved when my horse was not short and fat, but he did look a lil’ crazy and frazzled. I asked about that. Once I got to know him, I realized he was my horse twin.
Went on a catamaran Circle Island Tour. I leaned my head against the rail and napped. It wasn’t boring or anything, just very relaxing and quiet. The tour even came with a lil’ furry pet which milked all the tourists for attention. I don’t mean Q, I mean the dog.
So that night on my evening walk, I heard piano playing. It was coming from the Beachouse at the Moana Hotel. This establishment also included a bar and restaurant. Q and I were suddenly overtaken by thirst, so we went inside.
Q flirted with the piano player, Scott, who played Rat Pack type songs, but was taking requests.
Warren, the bartender was cool, but my server sucked. I guess you can’t wear your Kermit the Frog t-shirt to a place like this and excpect to be taken seriously:/