Hungary Rules!

Last night I had a fantastic date in town with Mr. Hungary. He's pretty cool and yes Miranda, sweet. ;) As I was walking up to the bar to meet him last night, a guy stopped me on the sidewalk and told me that if I'm looking for a boyfriend, he was available. It was so stupid, but ego boosting. I told my Texas the other day that men never randomly hit on me...ever. Of course, I always have a kid in tow...but still. Anyway, when I got to the bar Mr. Hungary not only walked out to meet me but he had also saved me a seat at the bar...score. It was Friday night in Waikiki, bar stools are a commodity as we found out later in our bar progression. We were going to eat at this same restaurant, but they had a band playing and it was loud. We walked around some looking for another place and finally decided on the Top of Waikiki. The view from there at night is spectacular...the food was ok. It was a very romantic dinner though looking over the city. After this, we took a short walk on the beach back to another bar which was packed. We stood and had another drink and then walked around town a little. We shopped around some and he bought us matching shirts. It says "Come to the Dark Side. We have Cookies." I may think this is cheesy later, but last night I thought it was awesome. I told him we may not wear them out at the same time though. We found our way to yet another bar and had more drinks and listened to a band for a while. I was getting tired, as was he...so we headed out to get a hotel room. The room was really nice and I woke up at 6am in time to go back to Chloe's school to pick her up from a school slumber party. I sent Miranda a text otw out saying "I think I'm still drunk". I actually shhhhed a bum that was on the sidewalk asking me for change because I couldn't talk and he was speaking to me at 6:30am before my coffee. Dude, really?! 6:30am someone stumbling down the sidewalk in a dress from last night with her hair a hot mess and you're going to ask her for money? It has been a horrible, brutal morning. It ended with me driving home and my car dying a block from the house. It was probably karmic payback for shhhing the bum. At least I only had to stumble a few yards before I could crash onto my bed with the mother of all hangovers. I'm going to have to switch substances to something that doesn't make me feel like ass the next day.
-Jules