I blew a big chunk of the last of my ill gotten JetBlue miles on a business class flight from California to Hawaii. I'm not wild about Hawaii but Lydia's always wanted to go there. Well today we did a little bit of preparation so that we won't be overcome with culture shock when we land in Oahu.
We made a boozy ice cream concoction with a volcano name for refreshment.
We also watched the so-bad-it's-good Elvis flick Blue Hawaii.
Howard Thompson of The New York Times called the film "blandly uneventful" with a "nonsensical and harmless" plot, though he wrote that Presley "delivers the songs and rhythmical spasms right on schedule. We counted fourteen tunes, about half of them replete with ukulele trimmings and exotic, weaving dancers. One of them, a number called 'Beach Boy Blues,' is nifty, and Presley delivers it accordingly. No kidding."
The little Hawaiian man servant's name was unfortunately Ping Pong.
Well I haven't read the guidebook yet but I think it's safe to say we are both ready to head to Hawaii.
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