I wish I were rich. If I had oodles of cash, I would spend every weekend the way I spent this past one–with friends and family.
I know what you’re thinking, and sure—you can have QT regardless of your economic situation, but hear me out. Friends and family are so much more enjoyable when there’s lots of cash (or the byproducts of said cash flow) in the picture.
Take Friday night. Assistant General Manager Steve Seno invited the hubby and me out to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse in Lahaina because the restaurant is doing this cool food and wine pairing dinner every month.
I’d be lying in a major way if I didn’t say that I wasn’t totally freaked out. We sat at a table of 20 that was filled with multiple pieces of silverware, wineglasses and people who looked like they’d know their way around a Food Network set blindfolded.
Turns out Matt Paet, the genius chef behind the awesome dishes we had Friday, is also the Matt Paet who graduated a year ahead of me from St. Anthony. We weren’t close friends, but it was still really cool to see him (and see him doing so well) after all these years. He even seared me the most kick-ass block of Ahi I’ve ever had when I said I have a shellfish allergy as they were serving lobster bisque.
We sat next to a couple from the Westside. The guy’s a manager of a high-end restaurant and I’m pretty sure that it mortified him when he figured out that I, Starr Begley who writes numerous dining reviews, doesn’t know jack about real cuisine. I mean, I know what I like, but when it comes to people who really know a lot about food, I don’t even pretend.
Anyway, they were a blast to sit by and his girlfriend is pretty much my dream girl–beautiful, funny, well mannered and eloquent. In fact, I’m wondering if my husband was thinking the same.
On the other hand, the Hubby and I are a bit brash, a little world-wearier and broke. But I think they liked talking with us, too, and I don’t think that we scared them too much. Although, the Hub did bust out cell phone pictures of the baby, which I’m pretty sure is a no-no.
All in all, the whole experience was absolutely awesome and something that we plan on saving our pennies to do again.
Then Saturday morning we packed up the baby, met up with my BFF and her little one and headed to the Haiku Ho‘olaulea and Flower Festival. The cool thing is that the admission was free; the bad thing is that it was such a popular event that parking was a major bitch.
If I were rich, I would’ve asked one of the friendly nearby neighbors if I could kindly park my SUV in their driveway for a crisp 100-dollar bill… Or two.
Regardless, once we parked (illegally, like everyone else) we had a blast. The food, games and baked goods were all priced for regular people like us, which was nice. The shave ice was only a buck and I walked out of the bake sale with an armload of goodies for less than eight dollars. And the Kalua pig plate! My God, it was overflowing and a steal at six bucks. I ate two. I almost died, but how could I resist?
Saturday night, the BFF and me met up with some of my co-workers at the MACC for the Margaret Cho show. And, not to rub it in or anything, but we had box seats–you know, where all the fancy people sit.
The show was crazy! I had never heard Cho perform before and learned so much. For one thing, she’s a fag hag, was a Sunday school teacher, just got a new tattoo, loves eating ass, and is a 100 percent raunchy ass bitch. Or would that be “betch?”
As for Sunday, that was spent paying bills and grocery shopping. But who wants to talk about that?
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