
i mean, really. is this a "look"?
maybe it's because i grew up in a place too hot to line one's sandal with FUR
and now i live somewhere too cold for sandals regardless of lining.
regardless, this shoe is beyond comprehension.
...and i kind of want a pair...

how is it that this 13 year old girl has a rocking
blog?i've never been nor will i ever be as cool as her.
My hotel room this week has been situated just above the
Waikiki Starlight Luau @ the Hilton Hawaiian Village. This has turned out to mean that every SINGLE night, people pay over $100 to sit on top of a parking garage, eat lau-lau and poi, and listen to traditional Hawaiian music while watching tanned + oiled hotel employees shimmy their way around their dinner tables. And the entire time, streams of the SAME FREAKING SONGS and the SAME FREAKING SCRIPT come blasting through perfectly situated loudspeakers. They penetrate my double-paned windows, relentlessly pile into my room, and so rudely interrupt whatever I'm trying to get accomplished at the time. What is arrogantly advertised as a "once-in-a-lifetime experience" has become ridiculously ingrained in my head to a point of involuntary twitching. This evening, I have caught myself narrating the show FROM MEMORY. Omg.
Despite it all, I still love the hukilau. And I have, on occasion, considered wearing a coconut bra as a form of breast support. Aloha!