Yesterday, after a day trip to North Shore, a few things were immediately apparent to JR and me. First, that we need a car because North Shore is a painfully long bus-ride away from Honolulu. And, second, that we need to join a gym as soon as possible because just about everyone on the beach looks like they just came off the set of 300-- especially in Waikiki. Given the logistical dilemmas of buying a car for 99 days worth of use, we decided to forget about the car problem and instead decided to solve the latter one. So, out of the wide variety of gyms in Honolulu, we chose two that were worthy of a tour: 24-hour Fitness and Powerhouse. And, our findings were that both were very appropriately named--Powerhouse even had an little back room where power lifters could go to scream as loud as they wanted. Even though I am doubtless that we both would have given that room endless use, we chose 24-hour fitness. And, just like that, we have our Oahu gym! (Matt)
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(Left: Bopping to Backyardigans; Right: The future guitarrista)
Later, when we returned home, one of our housemates had her nephew over for the evening. You'd be surprised at how entertaining playing with a three year old boy in your room can be!! (Matt)
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** Matt chose extremely poor and inappropriate language for his last comment. I apologize for him. (John)
9/19/09
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