This year, for my birthday, I'm going to Honolulu!
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| I googled "honolulu city" and was no disappointed. That's right. FEAR MY COMING. |
I haven't been back to Honolulu in six years, not since I moved to New York City. Honolulu was the first place I pulled on my big-girl panties and did Womanly things, like vote, perform slam poetry, get tattooed, and decline to sleep with a man because there was sand in his bed and all his towels were being used to block the light from the marijuana-growing operation in his closet.
Good times.
Most people don't think of Hawaii in very "urban" terms, but Honolulu is a proper city, with culture and strife and a homeless problem exacerbated by gentrification and an ever-widening gap between the rich and the poor.
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| What does that remind me of? |
My current city better hope my ex-city got fat or something. I may be tempted to stray and drink cheap beer in some other dark hole with a hot dog cart outside.
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