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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|01:08 am] |
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A happy new year to all.
No year-in-review here, I can't remember most of it anyway.
I'll post my journal from Tahiti tomorrow (er, later today).
She's with you tonight, which is good, becuase I ended up staying a lot longer than I expected.
Don't tease me over a decision I already regret.
But I walk away with a huge smile.
Tomorrow, we shall talk. |
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| From the trip to Moorea... |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|02:14 am] |
December 27
6:00 PM
Leave SB waaay too early, but it's raining, so it may take us a little longer. airfrance.us says it will take our plane a little longer too, so it all cancels out. Stop at Ruth's Chris on the drive down (but which exit to take?) for a excellent-as-usual steak. Arrive at the airport, checkin (FC/biz line is longer than the economy line, and they have half has many checkin stands... odd.), and head off to "security." Get pulled aside for extra screening because I don't take off my shoes (which I know don't even cause a blip on the metal detector). Get to the gate with 3 hours to spare, joy. Watched a couple WW eps, made a couple calls since our cell phones won't work out there.
Finally board, row 47, middle 4 seats on the B744. Hot FA's, all very well tanned; look even better when they shed the blue "formal" look for red and white tropical dresses. Get crappy dinner, pick at crappy dinner, attempt to sleep. Continue to attempt to sleep all night, usually failing until they come around serving crappy breakfast. 4 points against Air France, 1 point for. They lose.
Land around 7AM local (9AM PST) and stand in line for what feels like forever waiting to clear immigration and customs. It feels (80F and 80% humidity) and looks (sunny with clouds) like it could be 6AM, 9AM, 12PM, or 3PM. Hot and sticky, we head over to Air Moorea to book a flight from Papeete over to Moorea. Next available seats aren't until 1PM, so the airline lady's husband takes us around town in his taxi. First over to the InterContinental for food, then off to the center of town. Wander through the central market, sticky and tired. I bought you a present, and got one for her. But then I spent hers. Oops.
Everything is really expensive here, makes Tokyo look reasonable.
Finally hop on our Twin Otter (um, yea, no security, not even a token hired guard) and it hops us to Moorea. Over to the hotel, and checkin. It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
chaud and Froid? This is a sink, not a psychology class. Damn frenchies.
9:30 PM
Now I take a walk to collect my thoughts, as I have collected change (coins) all day. But instead of collecting my thoughts I realize that I'm torn apart. My heart in another place, my mind in another time, and my body here. My mind is stuck in Tuesday last week and Thursday last week; but not stuck in a bad movie in europe, nor stuck in a car spinning out of control.
It cost 75% more for me to come here; why pay so much when only a third of me is here? What would have happened if I chose to stay home? I need to be happy, but I can't.
My memory remains awful as usual. Even things that I want to remember and make an effort to remember are gone 5 minutes later.
The hotel is supposedly full, but it really doesn't feel like it. Even the crabs don't notice as they scurry across the beach in the (fake) moonlight.
December 28
10:30 AM
These doors are funny. When you knock, it doesn't sound like anything from the outside. But from the inside it's really loud.
I had a dream last night. And unlike usually, I can remember that I had it and what it was about.
Yesterday the weather was "cute." It would rain for 15 min, then the clouds would blow away and it would be sunny and hot (like uncomfortable to stand in the sun with a shirt on); wait an hour or two and it would repeat. Today it's raining, and raining, and raining. Google for "Sheraton Moorea" to find the site for the hotel; they have a link to a webcam somewhere on there.
2:00 PM
Finally got up and went to bre^H^H^H^H lunch. Service was glacial as usual... ask for an OJ refill, 10 minutes later I get 2. There are no girls my age here.
Then we went snorkling. And by "went snorkling" I don't mean "got in a van and drove to some nature preserve," I mean "pulled the mask and snorkle out of the closed and hopped off the room's dock." I'm surprised that the fishies are so friendly... they really don't even run away. It's really pretty here.
11:30 PM
Ahh, a nap. Naps are highly underrated. As is catching up on sleep (which I never manage to do when I'm in town).
Then dinner, followed by "traditional" (yea, right, whatever) french polynesian entertainment.
Then WW; can you list all three english words starting with dee doubleyou?
The weather here never really changes. 80/80 in the day and 70/70 at night. Very odd.
3 more days in paradise.
December 29
1:00PM
Lesson learned: Don't miss breakfast. They don't serve food for an hour.
Speaking of which, none of us eat very much here.
2:30 PM
Shannon and Mark went to seaseasea to see what they could seeseesee but all that they could seeseesee was the bottom of the light blue seaseasea. See?
The fishies bite, says my mother.
Postcard mailed, I wonder if it will get there before me.
Can't get her out of my thoughts.
11:15 PM
A funny dinner. We sit down to eat at the resteraunt that we've wanted to eat at, but when we look at the menu we realize that none of us are that hungry. So we confuse the wait staff by getting up and walking out to the bar/cafe area. 4 of us split a cheeseburger and a fruit platter.
I really got roasted today. Bright pink all around.
Saw a shark swimming by the room tonight. They say that it won't bite.
Really whacky weather, as usual. A third night of thunder and lightning. And it's really loud tonight.
I wrote it tonight, I wrote everything. Tomorrow I send it off.
2 more days, 3 more nights.
December 30
12:45 PM
It's raining again. I slept in way too late.
I wonder what she's doing today. I wonder how she feels.
I wonder if the other she got into college. I wonder if her car will be totalled or fixed. I wonder if she is watching a football game right now.
2:45 PM
A kids meal, for me? Excellent.
Might as well eat the bread, since it's "free."
The lazy bums lounge by the pool. First it's too hot, then it's too cold.
4:30 PM
I tried taking the ethernet cable from one of the PCs in the "business center" (read: room next to the spa where they have 2 computers and no one who knows how to use them) but I couldn't get it to work, using DHCP or stealing the IP from the computers they have. I guess I'll post when I get home. Too bad, I wanted to send her the ntoe I've been writing.
10:00 PM
The shark has a name, but I forget what it is. Appearently he likes to eat bread. And a couple of the fishies have names too.
How could I be so tired, just 5 hours after I woke up, after doing nothing all day?
But a coke and a game of dominoes will wake me up.
Again, a pizza and a fruit platter feeds 4 for dinner.
Then WW, but it's too loud, so I wander off to write this.
1 more day.
December 31
12:00 noon
What time is it? We can't decide, so let's get up. Oh, it's early. Time for breakfast? Barely.
Getting sunburned was dumb. And I think we stayed one night too long. I'm ready to be home.
I miss her.
1:30 PM
So hot, so humid, even a half mile walk leaves you sweaty.
Oh wait, now it's raining. I'm sure the sun will return. In 15 minutes.
I used one of the hotels computers to get on the internet for a bit. The keyboard was the french layout, which is interesting. qwaz are all mixed up, all the numbers require you to shift to get them, as does period.
Hey yu: I'm sorry about the pain from 8000 miles away. I hope the pain in your ears is less.
Hey you: I'm sorry that you didn't get to go to san fran.
9:15 PM
A lazy afternoon and an early dinner, since we will not be partaking in the $200/head party the hotel is putting on.
WW as usual, but both eps were recently on TNT, so I was bored.
I hope the sleepy pills work. Otherwise it may be a long night and an early morning.
1 more night, then home. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:42 pm] |
A slow day of typical post-vacation errands and jobs.
Then a doubly orange dinner, followed by a chat and an awkward chat.
I grinned smiled an awful lot tonight. |
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