You see some interesting people at the Hilo Farmers' Market. This morning I spotted a flaming gay black man strolling toward me with an adorably cute and perfectly quaffed Jack Russell Terrier. How do I know he was gay? Well, I'm pretty sure the Jack Russell was straight. But the 30-something human was definitely light in the loafers. Not that there's anything wrong with that. He was wearing one of those wide necked, horizontally striped sailor's shirts, yellow and blue. His pants were white pedal pusher, tight at the knees. On his feet, canvas boat shoes with no socks. His outfit looked a little like the one Kirk Douglas wore is Disney's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Only instead of dancing with a seal, this guy was prancing with his dog. To top it off (the outfit, that is), the man wore a boat captain's cap, the kind that sits not quite flat on your head with a small brim. It was tilted just so. The flaming sailor tip-toe-trotted across the road, elbows in, hands out, rushing toward the bustling market. His dog seemed a little embarrassed, yet was clearly accustomed to the spectacle. The man and his pooch met up with two older, bolo-head haole queens with slight paunches. The pair was obviously a couple. I overheard them squabbling over how to redistribute their produce so their respective bags' weights would be more evenly distributed. I was relieved for them when they finally got all their fruits in order.
I also saw a petite, Japanese lady walking a chihuahua wearing red shoes. The lady was not wearing the red shoes. Those were sported by the chihuahua, on his front feet. They gave the little fella a bit of a goose step. He looked up at me as they passed and pleaded, "Yo quiero Dr. Scholls!"
The sun was shining today. I can just feel the Vitamin D soaking through my flesh and hardening my bones like so much Plaster of Paris on a pinata. (Picture a ~ over the n here.) Give me a whack tonight and I'll spill chili dog, chips and a handful of Jujubees all over the floor. I don't know. It just sounded good when Ron recommended it for dinner. He's not a great source when it comes to nutritional counseling.
A hui hou! Aloha!
I also saw a petite, Japanese lady walking a chihuahua wearing red shoes. The lady was not wearing the red shoes. Those were sported by the chihuahua, on his front feet. They gave the little fella a bit of a goose step. He looked up at me as they passed and pleaded, "Yo quiero Dr. Scholls!"
The sun was shining today. I can just feel the Vitamin D soaking through my flesh and hardening my bones like so much Plaster of Paris on a pinata. (Picture a ~ over the n here.) Give me a whack tonight and I'll spill chili dog, chips and a handful of Jujubees all over the floor. I don't know. It just sounded good when Ron recommended it for dinner. He's not a great source when it comes to nutritional counseling.
A hui hou! Aloha!
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