In a few days I'm moving to Hawaii. Honolulu, to be precise. Practically downtown Honolulu, to be more precise. Why? Because it's Hawaii. For how long? As long as it takes. What am I going to do there? Surf. Drink. Eventually get a job. Yes, I know it's expensive. Yes I know that because of my poor Seattle skin I'll probably die of sun exposure in the first week. I'll cope.
Now- I need something from my buddies on the Watch. You have to come visit me!! I'll have a couch for you! OR a blow up mattress! I have a condo almost as near downtown as you can possibly want! I won't charge you! I don't snore, I can cook a mean tooterfish popkin, and some people say I'm pretty neat to hang out with. (Kevin's Watch references available upon request.)
I'm only going to know one person there (my room mate) and he'll be gone quite a bit. I'm planning on not having a computer or a TV. I may go stir crazy. (I hear they call that Island Fever?) I need you all for my sanity. And who doesn't want a vacation in Hawaii without paying for a hotel? Yeah, I don't provide room service, but I can show you all the cool places to do cool things! (I hope.)
So. Who's gonna come visit me in Hawaii?
Balon- This means that the care of Washington is left solely in your capable hands. Take care of her!
