We made it back home after a very long journey involving three planes and 5 time zones. I toughed it out yesterday and stayed up until 7 and then popped a couple melatonin to reset my internal clock and slept 11 hours. I had been up for 30 hours straight, and this after having drunk like a fiend and sleeping only 4 hours on our last night. Oh my oh my that last night, so much booze and sex. We started out by going to the top of the hotel with the revolving rooftop restaurant for a sunset cocktail (or was it two?) before going to Nobu Waikiki for the chef's tasting menu. ($110 each but if you ever get a chance, it's exquisite. Get this mom, the "amuse bouche" was toro tartare.) The waitress suggested the house label wine "Nobu Chardonnay" and that was the first (and last) time I've ever ordered a wine without knowing the price. Later, when Serge ordered a second bottle, there was momentary discord since we've never had two bottles with dinner before (and we were already severely in our cups). Still we finished it and when the bill came there was another momentary discordancy, but what the hell it was our last night in paradise. The wine was seventy bucks apiece. Then we made our way to a little hole in the wall gay karaoke bar where they had a guy giving chair massages (you sat in a special chair while he massaged). We each had one, sang songs (shudder) and really did up that last night. There was a guy's email in my wallet the next day (he wanted a copy of the pics we took) but it wasn't until I reviewed the camera that I could remember who that was. Yes, we were seriously polluted. So then we had to deal with the aftermath of that while traveling home. I don't recommend this formula of traveling, especially when red eye flights are involved.
The best part of the whole day yesterday was picking up Georgie and how he howled (cried?) when he recognized us. He was so happy to come home although the kennel guy said he loved it there and stole everyone's heart. We already knew this about him, that he loves everyone and everything and this makes him compatible with most living things. Anyway, he fell right back into his routine back home. He's still sleeping as I type which is how he hangs. He loves to sleep in.
Serge has been posting pics on facebook along the way, but if you're not his friend you can't see them. I'm not in control of who he friends and doesn't so I'm going to have to put up a few pics later for you (Probably Saturday). For now, here we are on the last night before heading out.
Update: Slideshow here.