Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
About 15 minutes later I hear someone say ‘Valerio’ and as there are not many of those on Maui I turn to see the handsome devil himself. Well, I’m not going to miss out on that opportunity for un bacio and a hug.....after I re-focus back to my table the energy in the restaurant begins to palpably change and hum – we decide to stay just as Dominique shows up, promptly followed by Chelsea and their men Francesco and Massimmo. P-A-R-T-Y!
As I’m shaking my extra small booty on the dance floor I see Fiona and we have a smile and a wave and I register that I’m glad I’m not in her shoes as they look like they’d make me dance impaired-though clearly she had no such problem! Nancy is spotted by a friend of hers and as she makes a dance floor attempt to introduce me I look at this bloke and say “Hello- you’re Phil McGain !” “Do I know you?” he yells “No” I said…..and was only held in check from asking about his extra small kilt (it’s a small Island) due to the decibel level.
Pio was spinning some killer music but his girlfriend stole the show singing her heart out and looking very sexy in process. I ignored the two taps on my shoulder as dancing is a full contact sport at Casagroovies but on the third tap I turned and exclaimed “Whiksy ya bugger”! Fab-a Brit in the house-my night is complete. Now this is funny as we’ve never really seen each other dance before, so what can you do but laugh at each others ‘technique’ until thankfully someone else promptly makes an arse of themselves doing what Whiksy called the ‘Northern shuffle’!
As the thump of the beat kept the human gyrations going I knew it was time to slip out the back door and into my bed or I’d be non functional in the morning. Serendipitous friend nights rock and I’m happy to report as it is now morning that I’m actually functioning quite normally! 'Kinel there's life in the old girl yet......
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
BTW-if you’re searching for a connection between the photo and the story, there is none! The birds were just waiting for the table to be cleared at a restaurant in San Francisco...
And now for a total non sequitur, a few weeks ago in a horrible case of double jeopardy I glibly purchased my groceries only to remember (when it was too late) that I’d forgotten my handy reusable grocery bag. I guiltily accepted the evil plastic offered to me by the bagging dude. “Please put everything in one bag ” I requested as (momentarily distracted) I paid for my stuff.
As I reached to pick up the thing that wouldn’t disintegrate for a million years the bagging dude said “It was kinda heavy – so I doubled bagged for you” Ahhhhhhhhh!
Talking of trash, this is the kind you get at Kanaha.....
Ah-ha now there’s a link..... so talking of Kanaha look at this lovely happy little chappy playing in the sand there last week. He’s part of set of beautiful twin boys and I really must ask his Mum for her e-mail next time I see her so I can pass this on.
Friday, January 18, 2008
What a drag to have your secret playground found out, become over crowded, sign posted, put into guide books, recommended by concierge, gated and finally built on.
I wrestle with this point as I’m part of the problem I gripe about. I didn’t grow up here yet after nearly 19 years on the rock my heart breaks at the lightning speed of change and growth. I own a house here on what used to be pristine land and my business contributes to tourists showing up where I think they don't belong! Who am I to stick out my bottom lip as I live the good life?
Still, Joni Mitchel had it right...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
I notice the sunset is one of the few things I never take for granted. If you take a quiet moment with the changing sky inevitably your disposition is improved. The metaphorical final reluctant pull on the curtains ending the day but starting the excitement and possibility of the evening. Which in my world is predictably dinner with good company and a movie, where excitement and possibility know no bounds!