"Pupu" Means Delicious

Well, well, well. Here we are in Honolulu.
I used the royal "we" just then because a man on the street just called me his queen.
Appropriate.

So far, I've seen beauty everywhere I've looked. Pretty good stats, no?
Went to Pipeline and stumbled upon a pro surf tourney sponsored by Reef, called the Triple Crown, but there were no horses or early bird diners.
I guess Hawaii does things differently than Queens.
Needless to say, I am now osmotically badass.
Watching professional surfers does that to you, you know.

I'm using my fancy new iPod to write this blog and so far, so good.
My only complaint is the way it auto corrects things.
Sometimes I don't want to capitalize skit. Shit. See what I mean?

Rest assured, I'm sunburnt in awkward places and I've eaten my fair share of what Hawaiian cuisine has to offer.
I tried poi last night, which was purple but did not taste like something purple.
It made my tongue itch. Apparently it does that.
I also ate some delicious shrimp from a truck on the side of the road.
My faith in street food has been restored.
Still don't trust that cart on the corner of 31st and 6th though.
No, indeed, Mr. Jaffar.

So, that's my news.
I leave for Sydney on Saturday AM and will update once I'm able.

Go Steelers, in general, and I miss and love you if you're reading this!