Our weekend with Darby

Every time a storm or hurricane approaches, the media here loves to publish pictures of empty grocery shelves (mostly of the bottled water, spam and toilet paper sections). My theory is that the only people doing the shopping are those who have recently moved here (since most long term residents don't do much more than fill up their gas tank, and if we're feeling particularly cautious, close a sliding window or two).

The latest storm (Darby) is a perfect example of why most of us (particularly those of us on the west side) are pretty nonchalant about preparedness- the storm twists and turns ten times before it gets here, which means we rarely if ever get the 'direct hit' that is forecast. Instead, the east side gets heavy showers and flooding for two days, while we here on the west side get 90% humidity, higher temps and a few drops that we think are rain, but was really just sweat dripping from our brow onto our shoulders (weeping silently). :-|

Darby made our weekend an incredible, undeniable giant melt fest, but Ryan still had plenty of fun. On Saturday he attended a day-long party for our sweet, amazing neighbor that capped off with a late night dance party (we hauled out the 'ol disco ball and strobe light for the occasion). I suggested he wear a boutonniere and shave for the occasion (you know, since it was his first dance)...but he decided to go over in his sweaty party clothes and rubber slippers (and he wonders why he's still single). Then on Sunday, he got to splash around in the pool at my parent's hotel, where they were enjoying an overnight getaway. For an hour or two, we could all forget about the stifling heat while we floated around in a near-empty pool.

When we got to their room this morning, they pointed out some kind of black, leather sex toy that had a giant ball attached to it that had been left behind. When we left to go to the pool, they were still debating whether they should leave it there to avoid having to touch it, or tossing it out so the maid wouldn't think it was theirs (truly, this is a pretty good debate issue).

Anyhow, deviant sex toys aside, their room was INSANE. They had a panoramic ocean view from their balcony that was was pretty mind blowing (and I've gotten a bit picky about what constitutes a great ocean view having lived here so long). 

Sadly, his photo booth prop foretells his imminent fate- braces. :-( We have an appointment at an orthodontist just a short two months away...since that's the earliest appointment we could get when we called earlier this month. I think it must be hard to get an appointment because braces are so cheap that everybody wants some. Ha ha. JK. Welcome to island life...where the ortho only flies in once a week from Oahu. :-(

My parents said they were treated to the sounds of high, pounding surf and a lightning show last night thanks to Darby.

I had hoped the record high temps of last summer were an aberration never to be repeated, but all the chatter about global warming has me convinced we have another summer of hellish high temps on the way. I'm seriously starting to consider getting a plunge pool (you know, once I've paid for my lanai renovation...so expect a pool party invite from us as early as 2043)! ;-)