Post #117217 by martiki on Thu, Sep 30, 2004 8:08 AM

On 2004-09-29 20:47, Swanky wrote:

Does anyone recall the lady's name who danced "Lovely Hula Hands" at the Mai Kai? I found out from her son that the song was written for her!

Wow! Is this true? That's incredible.

Swanky, you should definitely not worry about the event. It was superb. Outside of the low turnout at the Mai Kai, everything went off without a hitch..at least as far as an attendee could see.

I had a fantastic time, as did Rebecca. It provided her a much need needed break from the current horrors of grad school. We were very fortunate that our flights were completely untroubled, and we were able to participate in everything. Thanks of course to Swanky and Tiki Kiliki for everything. Thanks also to Pablus for the superb mixology and rum & falernum tastings. It's true: I think we have some kind of Spidey Rum Sense- I just appeared at your door when you started pouring. Thanks to Alnshely for all of the superb hospitality, as always. And a great pleasure to meet so many folks for the first time. New favorite Mai Kai drink: Black Magic!

The one thing that did suck big time, was the unbridled horrors of the Budget Inn. As everyone has said, it was hell finding a place on Saturday, so we ended up at this abominable shithole near the Mai Kai. Our room smelled so vile I gagged, and went with Humu down the street to Walgreens to buy Febreeze, Lysol, some other disinfectant, candles, a urinal cake, and flip flops to wear in the shower. Fortunately, Humu's good humor about the situation kept me from dwelling too much on the mysterious furniture stains or the cigarette burn holes all over the sheets. The combined disinfectant and aromas of the above products could not make a dent in the nightmare. I wore clothes to bed and woke up with a start any time the revolting comforter touched my face. (Yeah, I'm a weenie if you haven't figured it out by now). I took back every terrible thing I said about the Cabana and started to miss it's musty damp carpet. I went to our dry cleaners yesterday with my Sandwich Isles jacket and Rebecca's dress, and the woman behind the counter lept back when she opened the bag. "Oh my god..smells so bad!" were her exact words. "Do what you have to do" was my response. All of our other aloha and such was aired out back on our patio with a maksehift clothesline, so we looked like the colorful hobos of the neighborhood.

Anyway, despite the length of that vent, the good FAR outweighed the bad. Mahalo all! Until next year!