Why one crazy landlady in the house is worse than two on the roof

So my landlady lost it. During the last couple of days I have been indited with a wide range of different house-crimes amongst those are the theft of my next door roomie's shampoo, and having entertained illigal company. More specifically my old and dear friend Flemming slept over one night because we were going camping in the morning. The young man next door ratted me out to the landlady and the shit hit the fan. A house meeting was called because the indian-jewish spirits of the house had been disturbed by the unrest. This last part is purely speculation by the way. I call it as I see it you know? So now im F'ed in the A basically, because my pride prevents me from staying much longer in the asylum I have called home for the last 3 months, and it is not easy getting a place to stay for a month and a half without paying an arm and a leg. But hey, at least camping was fun.

We went to the North Shore and set up camp. We found a nice little private camping site called Friends of Malei Kahana (I finally managed to memorize the name, but still cant get the hang of the spelling though). We arrived and it seemed we had gotten the perfect spot. No one around to complain about the noice and inappropriate behaviour and the beach only a stone's throw away. We went kitesurfing for about an hour and when we returned at whole frekin platoon of the Boy Scouts were setting up camp next to ours. When an actual platoon of army guys decided to visit our camp later in the evening I had a nagging notion that we might not be welcome the following day. But what the hell: Seize the Day, no?

It turned out we didnt get kicked out at all. Not one complaint. Very tolerant or very deaf people. Rent of the trip was spent surfing and boozing making it a pretty perfect weekend.

Booze cruise and beyond

Sam arrived not to long ago and since he touched down things have taken a turn for the worse. Heavy drinking has been the order of the day and my previous brand of clean Hawaiian living has been tainted. Will it ever be the same I wonder? Not to say that it hasn't been fun. This friday Flemming, Sam and myself decided to join the teenage tourist delinquents in Waikiki on the notorius booze cruise. The booze cruise is a short 1,5 hour journey on a catamaran equipped with a abundant bar. It costs 20 dollars and then the world is your oyster for the duration of the trip. Of course we missed the cruise by 10 minutes and had to watch the mothership of boozing take of without us. We have already booked tickets for next week. That trip we will most likely also miss. It takes more than a missed opportunity to knock us out however and we quickly re-organized and sat down at the nearest sea side bar. Its the first time ive been doing some Waikiki mainstream drinking and its certainly an experience. Its like driniking in the 80ties. After that we went to first friday downtown and did the boogie. The Honolulu nightlife is actually pretty happening when you figure out where to go. We ended up in what I assume is Honolulu's answer to Copenhagen's McKluud: Golden Gate Pub. We shot some pool with what appeared to be some local homeless people, and we shot some shots with each other. Much to my regret it turned out to be very difficult to find a decent kebab to finish of the evening, so we had to go for hotdogs!?! An unworthy ending to an otherwise epic night.