Nothing quite like adjusting to regular life after a few days in paradise. It’s rough I tell you. The upside of that feeling is the burst of productivity that comes with going back to the grind, that guilt + inspiration that fuels creativity.
We also missed our kids of course, but I’m not going to lie- it was nice having time in paradise sans children underfoot.
We had great meals, delicious cocktails, spent hours asleep by the pool. I smoked weed everywhere and had nights that were a blur of waves and wind and the gales of laughter between us.
I am so glad we went now rather than sooner. Three years after getting hitched was the perfect amount of time to be readyfor a vacation. And to know that our kids would be okay without us for a few days.
We stayed at Mauna Lani Bay which has some great ancient royal fishponds on the grounds. When you are an island race you gotta figure out how to make your own freshwater fish I guess.
Our last fancy dinner was at The CanoeHouse. All these resturants were literally on the beach, and this particular meal was windy as fuck. This was a great night, we got so drunk and stumbled through the darkness back to our room, shrieking with laughter like young people on their honeymoon.
God, having this time alone with him. So good. So nice. I feel so uniquely lucky, paired with someone so perfect for me. A podcast listener recently wrote in and said David was earth, Stoner Mom was air. And earth and air, you know, make the ultimate alliance. I’d like to see someone try to break us apart.