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Ignoring me, the waitress continued, "It's a blend of vodka, rum, Grand Mariner and passion fruit juice." Smiling, I said, "I think I already have that." "Oh, the Tropical Itch?, asked the waitress. "What that?," asked Kim, pointing to the drink specials. We looked over the menus, but Kim spotted the specials menu that decorated our table. We easily found a table outside at Tiki's and the waitress came over with a few cocktail menus. Was she stumbling drunk, or was she sending me signals? I couldn't tell as my head was a bit cloudy.
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On the short walk over, Kim walked close to me and brushed up to me several times. I got up, said good-bye to Tammy and Tom and headed over to Tiki's with Kim. Taking a quick assessment of my options and the potential outcomes, I said, "Why not, I'll go over there with you, I've been meaning to check that place out." Tom just stared forward out to the ocean. "No thanks, I gotta check on my dad," said Tammy. "Well, who wants to go over to Tiki's next door with me?" asked Kim. A few minutes later, Kim could see our drinks were reaching bottom. The blonde, who introduced herself as Kim, stayed seated at the bar in joined into our conversation. "It's Sunday night, we close at 10:00," said the bartender. "What?" she asked, looking at Tammy, Tom and me. "I'd like a Pina Colada," she said to the bartender as she sat down to my left. She wasn't as hot as Tammy, but everything was in the right place. Tom smirked.Ībout ten minutes later, another blonde walked up to the bar. Then Tammy mentioned something about her boyfriend who wasn't with her on this trip. Tom, Tammy and I all ordered our last drinks. The girl from Chico and her friends left without us noticing.īefore long, the bartender was made his last call as the pool bar closed on Sunday nights at 10:00 p.m. Without realizing it, Tom and I gave Tammy all of the attention. She had just put him to bed and came down for a drink. She was here with her father who was not in good health. She quickly said hi and introduced herself as Tammy. Just about the time I was thinking, "hmmm," a striking blonde sat in the chair between Tom and me. If my drunk math served me right, that would make her about 37. The usual alumni banter went back and forth for a while, and she told me she was never there for Pioneer Days, and she graduated in 1992. We weren't chatting long before one of the girls began staring at my hat. Tom and I give them a look, and they say hello. Seems Tom was in Waikiki on business, lucky bastard.Īfter about one drink or so, three girls walk up and plopped down around the other corner of the rectangular bar. There was only a handful of people there, but I started talking to a guy named Tom who was having dinner and a drink a few seats away. After grabbing some dinner and cruising Kalakaua Avenue a bit, I decided to stopy by the Marriott outside pool bar around 8:00 p.m.