Saschathon: My mom once partied with Obama, I think

Well, we're not 100% so don't call the press and it wasn't like they were bffs or anything, it was more like when she was 21ish, she was at a house party with her friend and her friend brought a friend from school, which happened to be Punahou. The only reason my mom said, "now that I think about it, he might have been Obama" was because she remembers being amazed at a guy who was half Black and half White in Hawaii. I'm, like, 99.999% sure it was him and so therefore, I get to say that my mom once partied with Obama--claim to fame. By the way, this picture is of my mom's first trip to Hawaii. She was 19.

In other news, my adventures on Maui were adventuresome. I went to see the Ulalena show, which was pretty good, actually. I really wasn't sure what to expect but when I saw it, I thought, how cool. they also did a "behind-the-scenes" deal after the show (pictured; yes, that is an acrobat hanging upside down in circus ring-things) and turned it into a 20 minute-ish thing of showing the audience how the show comes to get through the tech crew, sound, light and the cast. It was inciteful and answered questions that I might have to ask the two cast memebers that I later interviewed. They were both very devoted to the show and they seemed to really enjoy their work and it was nice to be able to have a chat with them. After the show, I went back to my lonely hotel room and slept with all the lights on (just in case). At first I was a little mad at myself for forgetting to bring a movie or 3 to watch but I fell asleep pretty quickly anyway so I guess it didn't really matter.

Today, I woke up around 7am to Brent's wake up call. He was worried that we both fell asleep and that I didn't get a chance to set my alarm and therefore would wake up late (I know, he's adorable). Luckily, I have an alarm that does go off every weekday morning at 6:53am (it's not too soon and not too late) so I was had just hit snooze and was debating on if I wanted to wake up or sleep in for a bit longer. After talking to a half-sleeping Brent, I decided it was time to wake up so as not to waste his thoughtful efforts in waking me. An hour later, I was packed, groomed, make up-ed and sunglassed to (hide the sleep in my eyes) as I marched to pack my big heavy, one-nighter bag in to the rental car. After driving the car to the valet area (the parking garage was too far and I was too lazy to do any sort of excess walking) I checked out and synced Brent's GPS to the airport--er, car rental lot and proceeded to drive for about 45 minutes to the other side of the island. I topped off the gas, went in search of Krisy Kreme (I wanted a donut, ok), made a wrong turn and then finally made it to the rental lot in the nick of time. I had an hour before take-off when I got to the airport and panicked a little when I saw the mass amount of people lined up to leave. I had forgotten that most flights out of Maui were not direct flight and people needed to come to Oahu first before going their separate ways. Luckily, I got through the security check and arrived at my gate 20 minutes later. I the flight back was equally, unexpectedly quick and I found my self in my aunty's car, on my way to the office in no time. Although the total amount of time I spent on Maui was about 24 hours, the trip was sorta exhausting and went by in a blink. Over all, I learned that Maui has the same radio stations as here (sorta), has one road that goes all the way around the island and that unless you're 25 years and older, renting a car is almost not worth the effort. Almost. But they thing is, you NEED a car or there's no way to get around anywhere. Oh well, I'm home now so I guess in the end that's all that matters.

I decided to take a few pictures of old pictures of my mom when she was my age and then just to be fair, a few of me when I was princess-brat status...well, a younger version at least.