Back to reality. (As the plane landed in LA on Thursday night, I literally had those three words run through my head...because I'm so original. And ever since then I've had that Eminem "Lose Yourself" song from a bajillion years ago in my head. You know: "Back to reality, oh! there goes gravity. oh! there goes Rabbit, he won't give up that easy." Right? You know.)
I feel truly very rejuvenated from our Kauaian escape. Above every other adjective that could appropriately be used to describe our time, it was relaxing. Breathtakingly beautiful, tropical and otherworldly, all those too. But relaxing, most definitely, which was a befitting prescription for my self-diagnosed recent kamikaze of crazy.
I'm not going to delve too deeply into details. I know, I know, I know. You're hungry for the gritties. But I thought just some highlights would be more than sufficient especially since, honestly you guys, we mostly laid on the beach. This was unwinding at its most deadly serious. Which, in case you've never indulged, is just about the best everrrr.
Further adieu could definitely be supplied, but let's get down to it:
We went on this babymoon with a couple friends of ours who are expecting their first. A community babymoon. We all pitched in for a rented car and explored Kauai top to bottom. My favorite beach was this guy on the North Shore, Ha'ena:
This tiny paradise was another favorite - Anini
The water was serenity in material form, and I floated on one of those ridiculous pink tubes for an eternity while taking in some rays.
No Hawaii trip is actually, technically a Hawaii trip if you didn't indulge in....
Shaved Ice. It's like going to Italy and not having gelato. That's my preg friend next to me, and I don't have her express publishing permission so let's pretend there's one of those blur screens over her face like in Cops. Anyway, isn't she the cutest?
Finally, our last night was my favorite of favorites. Since we had gone to Costco upon our arrival, and had done our best to budget by eating most meals in, we threw caution to the gusty humid winds and got a fancy delicious dinner on our last night in Kauai.
Sean got a prime rib. Wait let me amend that. Sean got a prime COW in it's entirety. They offer a "Big Daddy" of 28 ounces. TWENTY. EIGHT. OUNCES. It gets better: if you finish, you get a free slice of their "Hula Pie." Guess who finished? So all four of us split about 5,000 calories worth of Oreo cookie crust, macadamia nut ice cream, hot fudge and a Mount Kilimanjaro of whipped cream. It was only the best thing I've ever tasted.
Thanks for having the appetite of a king cobra, Husband.
I was too slow on the uptake in the top pic; the prime rib reached all the way to the corner of that plate, but it took me 37 seconds to whip out my camera, so I missed capturing the full effect. My shutter fingers can't compete with Sean's deadly knife/fork team.
I'm not remotely kidding when I say that I'm confident Jordan was actually upset with us for coming back. She's been much less than cordial towards me, and Mimi (that's my mom, in Jordanspeak) does fun stuff like decorate her ears with flowers and lets her have brownie beaters. I certainly did not get the reception I dreamed of for six days, but rather a confused stare down and an eventual cuddle concession only if accompanied by a warmed up baba. I hope I'll be in good graces again soon.
Aside from really quite serious Jordan withdrawals (which I'm positive our friends got annoyed with because Sean and I did super obnoxious things like talk to each other like Jordan does, or exchange exhausted stories about how hilarious she is [to us]), we had a beautiful time. Babymoons: makes ya want to have a baby every year. Chuckle chuckle...
one for the books.
that's how the men feel about it anyway.