i have a black eye...

ha. it's not that bad but it's a shiner, nonetheless.

ya see, last night was 'crazy hat party' for the crew at the waikiki bar upstairs. it's a much better atmosphere than the crew bar, which is on deck four and is smokeless with a very short ceiling.

anyway, with my fruit basket atop my head, i made my way down route 66 to people loving my creativeness, up the stairs to deck twelve and outside to the bar. it was a hit. people loved it.

then the wind blew the damn fruit right out of the towel i had it poorly secured into.

so... back to crew mess for toothpicks then into the bathroom to fix my 'do'. it worked for about another hour until the d.j. pumped up the music and the rocking of my head coupled with the wind destroyed my fruitopia yet again.

there was a three drink maximum. however, since i work in the bar, i may not have stuck to that 'rule'. in fact, many of us who work in the bar may not have. i say that, assuming, because about twenty of us ended up in the pool.

yep. in the pool. i had sense enough to pull out my cigarettes and phone but jumped right in with my jeans and belt on. we did cannon balls, lap dances, booty-shakin', and then... someone (it may have been me) decided we should play chicken.

that's when it happened.

whatever girl was on my shoulder and ashley, the girl on brett's, tied up and were hanging in for the game. however, some idiot decides he'd pull us over. brett and i head-butted each other; his head into my eye and my head into his lip.

fun times. just one of the two parties they've thrown in the three weeks i've been here... college, anyone?

work is still going wonderful. have some fun people on this week from high point, north carolina. they're a riot. and several old ladies, i think i've mentioned them, are still following me around and flirting. ha.

i'm about to go lay out. i think it's in the high eighties here. sun is beautiful.

aloha.