Hale Kilinahe: The Journal

JANUARY 9, 1998 The AC broke at work today. Have you ever been nine months pregnant in a non-climate-controlled retail environment? Not fun. My days off were so much fun that it was hard enough going today. Do you remember Senioritis? How in your last year of high school you either skipped every other day or thought about it but resisted out of fear of getting caught? I'm feeling that at work. That general fuck 'em feeling. One thing after another is pissing me off at work lately and I use that to justify it when I do miss, but it's silly, really. And I know that I'll miss it when I've changed the sixteenth diaper of the day. But just a little. Ha. On Tuesday, I went to the doctor, like I do every week now. No engagement, no effacement, no nothin'. It's still weeks away. I hate it. I know logistically, I can't be pregnant forever, but at this rate, it looks like it. Of course, I'm only at 37 weeks and the whole thing could go down in a matter of hours. After the doctor, Ryan and I crashed in our usual fashion. He has Tuesdays off, so the nap is becoming a weekly occurrence. When we woke up from our nap a couple of hours later, we discovered that the alarm clock wasn't working. Neither was the microwave. But the kitchen light was on. Hmmm. We figured out that only socket-driven appliances were off, so maybe we blew a fuse or something. I told Fuji, our long-suffering resident manager, and he said HECO was already on the way. So we headed for the beach. I love the beach. Katie will be a beach bunny if I can help it. The water was so cold, though. We threw around the idea of using the $25 Hard Rock Cafˇ gift certificate that we got for Christmas. The parking is a bit sketchy, though, so we plotted ways to get there until Ryan came up with a better idea. We'd head for Cheeseburger in Paradise, just down the street. Maybe someday I'll do restaurant reviews, but for now, I'll just give it a two and a half out of five. Sort of expensive; touristy atmosphere; a lot like Hard Rock Cafˇ, but with a Hawaii theme. Okay food. I wanted to see a movie, so we decided on "Jackie Brown" at Varsity. Ryan gets these GMT tickets from his mom. Basically, you buy them for $5 ahead of time as opposed to $6.50 when you get there. I just wanted to use them because it had been a while since we'd been to a movie. It wasn't anything like "Pulp Fiction" at all. It had certain common elements, like Tarantino's usual multiple-perspectives-of-one-event thing, but since it was adapted from a book, the style and writing was totally different. After the movie, we came home to find that all of the power was out, so we crashed early. On Wednesday, I made plans to meet Ryan's cousin, Jennifer, and hang out. She's involved in this church and she's aching for me to join. She's a new mom, and I really want a new mom friend. There's something about being invited into a person's personal, private religion that scares me. I'm often invited to churches by strangers and I always resist, because one's relationship with His Nibs should be a private thing. So we hung out, but instead of mommy stuff, I let her perform a light-giving ritual on me, and then we headed for Ryan's mom's. The other day, I was watching M2, the MTV spinoff channel. They played a really strange set. There was a video from Sheila E. Remember her? She had a couple of songs in the eighties, but she never got famous for some reason. Then they played "Bad Girl" by Madonna. That's the one with Christopher Walken as the ghost of her dead lover who watches her as she acts promiscuous and drinks too much. And then they played "Lovergirl" by Teena Marie. Talk about a blast from the past! That was a seventh grade song! I am too old. So many things that were a part of my childhood are nostalgia now. One day, Katie and I will discuss music and I'll tell her about the hair bands. Poison, Warrant, all of them. All of those bands who wore makeup and had teased hair, and she'll think her crazy, silly mom is making it up. Hopefully I'll never have to tell her to pull up her pants. < BACK | TOP | NEXT >