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Two ho`olaulea and a "Day of Caring." A few photos to finish up the rest of September.
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Rain didn't keep the crowds away at the Windward Ho`olaulea. |
Three stages of entertainment, lots of food, lots of fun. |
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Local rock cover band "Renegade" and its new singer, Melody. |
Katie attempts a hula interpretation of a Janis Joplin song. |
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The office joins Aloha United Way's "Day of Caring." |
The day started with a rally in a Kapolei park. |
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Some "caring" time was lost to droning speeches. |
My van was commandeered and made a "company car." |
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Our assignment? A ditch for a future sprinkler system. |
A little red dirt made for quite a bit of work. |
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Waikiki is packed for the Aloha Festivals Ho`olaulea. |
The new 2100 Kalakaua project is coming up fast. |
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Katie and Zac soak up the festive atmosphere. |
Katie and Carmen (Doris' daughter), Zac and Sylvia. |
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The crowds were incredible, here fronting the Surfrider. |
Katie and Carmen (helped by Doris) dance to Keahiwai. |
This entry was never written, but a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
- Katie joined me for the Windward Ho`olaulea, where Lacene staffed and ultimately commandeered the Hawaii G.O.P. booth. Katie, for better or worse, excelled at distributing propaganda, exploiting her cuteness to the fullest.
- In a perhaps futile effort to boost staff morale, my coworkers (Steve, Sylvia, Doris and Bre) signed up for the Aloha United Way's "Day of Caring," which we discovered is actually "Two Hours of Self Congratulatory Speeches and Anti-Drug Propaganda, Followed by Maybe Four Hours of Caring, Which is Not Really a Day." Our assignment was to dig a ditch for a sprinkler system at Waipahu Intermediate School. It was fun (especially when I got to play with the heavy equipment), but even after ending up covered with red dirt, aching everywhere, we found ourselves back in the office shortly after noon. Poo.
- On a whim, we (Jen, the kids and I, plus coworkers Doris and Sylvia) decided to hit Waikiki for the Ho`olaulea, the finale of Aloha Week (which didn't happen last year). It wasn't long before all five lanes of Kalakaua Avenue was a thick mass of people. We wound our way past nearly a dozen stages of live music, ate some overpriced (but delicious) "gourmet plate lunches," and nearly collapsed of exhaustion by the end of the evening.
Most of my energy this month went toward final preparations for my company's conference in Los Cabos, Mexico (which I won't be attending, because of Zac's surgery), and final preparations for Zac's surgery.
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