Say what you will about St. George not having a Chick-fil-A, but I don't want to hear any complaints about the weather.
That little warm spell we enjoyed last week reminded me of a trip that DJ and I took a few years back. We went to Hawaii when it was January on the mainland. I think it's perpetually June in Hawaii. I was in the throes of pregnancy, dealing with Seasonal Affective Disorder, and overall feeling crappy. The trip was heavenly. Care to join me for a stroll down Memory Lane, where we can all live vicariously through myself five years ago only without the morning sickness?
Words cannot describe how much I love this picture. But I will try anyway. This was taken at the Polynesian Cultural Center, where I began my career as a semi-professional hula dancer. This was my first lesson. The best part of the picture? The old other people in the picture with me. They are so happy. And their outfits are so festive. Most people scuba dive or sky dive or some other form of diving when they vacation. Not me. I kick it with the AARP.
Speaking of the AARP, feast your eyes on this fellow:
I love that guy. Besides the obvious satisfaction he derives from photobombing unsuspecting tourists, I just appreciate his overall attitude. You know, "Screw it, I'm retired. You don't like my back hair, that's your problem."
One more comment on this picture. If you will, please take a moment to compare my hairdo in the hula dancing photo to my hairdon't in the photobombed picture. Are you guys like me--do you make really bad decisions when you're pregnant? And very ill-thought-out decisions when you're on vacation? We all knew going into this trip that something bad was going to happen to my hair. That hairdon't is both the worst and most expensive haircut I've ever received.
Thanks for joining me on my trip down Memory of Warmer Times Lane. Only three months until summer!
P.S. Like I threatened last week, here is a link to what I wrote for St. George News this week. I didn't really care for it, but I didn't have anything else to write about and I didn't think they'd appreciate vacation pictures from five years ago. Not like you guys. En. Joy.