We’re fast approaching our Summer break which means heading back to NY for a little while. It’s exciting. Summer is my least favorite season in Manhattan but as K would say ‘it’ll do pig’. I’m looking forward to being able to go anywhere without having to worry about driving or getting a ride. Translation I’m most looking forward to seeing all my favorite friends at all our favorite places. High on my list is a nice long session with Mary at Marlow: good wine, pate, chocolate cake with sea salt. I just gulped when I wrote that.
K’s friend and coworker Eric wrapped up his job here the other day and they planned a very festive going away dinner for him at Uncle Bo’s in Waikiki. Lots of people turned out because this Eric dude is a very likable fellow. My friend Seth lives nearby in Chinatown so I gave him a call and asked if he wanted to meet us for a drink.
Seth and I are old friends from NY. We used to eat and drink a whole lot when we first met 11 years ago. It was liberating and very nostalgic to spontaneously get together just to drink and talk. Because of my mobility issues I’ve been here in Oahu for 8 months and have only seen him 3 times.
Uncle Bo’s is quite nice. K and I unfortunately didn’t eat any of the food because we thought it was only drinks. On the way, we stopped for McDonald’s drive thru.
Uncle Bo’s set down a bunch of complimentary dishes in front of us that looked very tasty but at the time made me feel a little sick because of my hastily devoured Big Mac. I hope we get a chance to go back. The spicy tuna looked good.
My favorite thing at Uncle Bo’s was the espresso infused vodka. Deeeeelicious. It didn’t even taste like vodka–very smooth and fragrant. Seth was explaining to me why it was special but I wasn’t registering what he was telling me.
K and I brought our new flip cameras with us. After midnight, most of the people at the dinner had either gone home or headed to a party at Aloha Tower. K, Eric, Seth, and I were the only ones left polishing off drinks and talking. K and I had brought our new flip cameras and we filmed silly little drunk bits of conversation.
I realized watching the footage later that when I’m drunk I can be a little bit of a bully. I insisted Eric give me a profound thought to wrap up his time here in Hawaii. Poor Eric. When pressed he came up with: don’t eat the yellow snow.