(Written 1/11/13 at 7:00 p.m.) I’m in the White Sands Hotel in Waikiki.
It sounds a lot nicer than it is.
First off, there’s no sand anywhere near here, white or otherwise. Secondly, if Honolulu has a red light district, (and does anyone doubt that it does?) I’m pretty sure I’m sitting in the middle of it.
However, it’s the best hotel I can afford.
But why am I in a hotel of any kind? you may be wondering. Don’t I live in Honolulu?
Obviously, I’m escaping my children.
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This is my Christmas present. I just wanted to be alone for 24 hours. To read or work on my writing, and not be interrupted every five seconds. Does that sound awful?
This afternoon I told the kids I was going away for the night. They were greatly distressed.
ET in particular was highly suspicious. She figured there was some kind of cover-up going on. Either (a) Mommy and daddy are getting divorced, (b) Mommy has an awful disease she must be clandestinely treated for, or (c ) Mommy is checking into an insane asylum.
Well, as plausible as (c ) may be, ET, I’m really just going to sit in a hotel room alone for one night.
And maybe you should stop watching those Lifetime movies….
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