Chapter 22: Hunger

We were hungry and the tyrannous majority did not approve of Dad's McDonald's suggestion. So we started to drive... and ended up out of town. Dad stopped at a roadside stand bought cut sugar cane, which was tasty, and Sarah and I bought overpriced lime and mango smoothies respectively. We then turned back to town to find the Cool Cat Cafe, because Mom had a coupon. There was no parking when we did finally find it (within the Hustler's mall). So we dropped Mom off and us other three parked the car and made the trek back.

The food was good and while we ate we watched a hippie preacher across the street talking to himself. The Cafe had a fun gift ship with vintage merchandise and a giant rainbow sandal. We went downstairs again, the CCC being on level 3, and talked to a guy carving tiki posts and a lady selling sparkly wind things. Mom declared her intention of buying a shaved ice, so we stopped on the way back to the car. Sarah and I shared one- local style: vanilla ice cream on bottom followed by gummy bears and candied pineapple (?) then the shaved ice (with the flavorings tiger blood, shark's blood and sliver fox) and topped with Kahlua cream. Excellent.

The following is the conversation my mother had with the lady who was selling it when the lady asked her if she wanted the vanilla ice cream on bottom:

"What's the point of the ice cream?"

"It just tastes good."

We started eating them on the sidewalk in front of the shop and after finishing them in various shady places, went back to the hotel. The declared intention from the rents was to swim but I'm pretty sure they just watched TV. Sarah and I sunscreened up and went to lie out and read and write on the cabanas in the sun. She had a fun conversation with Joe about some hideous teddy-bears-acting-like-zombies video game and I provided horrified facial expressions. Eventually the sun disappeared behind a cloud bank and we scurried indoors to hang out, shower, eat dinner, get distracted by a merman movie, and make our way over to see Jerry again.

But Jerry was not there.

Justin was however, so a drink was had by each of us, Pau Hana Punch and a Lolo Lehua. While we were having our drinks we were apparently being stared at by two men at the end of the bar. Not surprise with Sarah in her stunning wrap pants and small top and maybe my cleavage-oriented dress helped, but I wasn't sure if they were gay or not so they may have been commenting on our fashion, not oogling.

In any case, we paid and left and explored the garden, alone, pretending to be drunk at times, purely for the freedom to speak however we wanted without the necessity of explanations and without the impressment of society's taboos of conversation topics. We ended up deciding that we wanted to stay at that hotel next time (even though we don't even know which hotel Duke's is on) and held hands as we walked home because, hey, we were in a dark alley. Came home, put in a load of laundry and slept! (We thought it was crazy that every night we slept through the wrinkle guard on the dryer going off. We were tuckered out!)