Exotic Island Love - FTG meets AnD in the Pacific Isle of Aloha

Ahhh yes...Hawaii.  Aloha Oye!  The sheer thought of our nation's 50th state conjures up dreams of palm trees, warm, crystal blue waters, tan island girls in grass skirts and coconut brassiers, strapping island lads bursting out of their mesh loin cloths, and a whole bunch of other exotic island images that only seem to exist in Costco travel brochures.  Justin, Dustin, & I left SF last Sunday to take part in the Hawaii International Film Festival and to take on Team Alive Not Dead in a drinking contest to end all drinking contests.  The pictures below are just a few snapshots of our trip to Hawaii.  Please take not of the myriad of handsome young asian chaps.  And though I am smiling in quite a few of the pics, please do not be misled by my grins of aloha.  HIFF had me on such a crazy speaking schedule that I did not even have time to touch the island waters.  How dorky is that?  The film festival might as well have been in Iowa.  OK, enough spirit dark barf.  Please enjoy!  Mahalo my fellow fellows.

Though I did not even get to touch the waters of Hawaii, I did manage to take a photo in the men's restroom at Louis Vuitton.  It was nice.  The toilet seat even had an LV on it.  I now have an LV imprint on my ass.

Me, Andrew, Conroy, Daniel, Patrick, & Dustin.  None of us are wearing underwear...a true sign of island life and aloha

Patrick & Stephen chartered a catamaran for a fine day of aquatic exploration and sea creature watching.  I was unable to attend because of my 101 speaking engagements scheduled by HIFF.

Better Luck being Lost on 21 Jumpstreet Aloha

Dustin & I speaking at McKinley High.  We both feel like a floral Mr. T