Honolulu Weekly

So I’m just staring at this angel of a dude. He’s a tall and beautiful Christmas baby still in town visiting for the holidays and we’re totally vibing to the point where I’m tossing “is this real?” looks to my friends across the table at APARTM3NT for the Flux Magazine special preview party. All the accidental touching mixed with the on-purpose touching is making my heart race but I’m trying to be cool because there’s tons of intelligent creative heads in the room that I still want to hug and say hello to. It’s not the first time I’ve met him and we know a lot of the same people but, over the newly introduced menu items (with fresh ingredients all locally produced whenever possible), it’s all brand new. It’s what you kind of hope will happen in the back of your head every time you step out the door. Not forced, totally genuine, totally rad chemistry. With the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. It was happening to me and I just couldn’t believe it. I wanted to cling to that moment for the rest of the night, even with Yoza rhythm-and-blues-ing around the corner in the sexy mod restaurant-slash-club. One could only imagine what a room full of positive free thinkers can create. It was the kind of night dreams are made of.Nothing else really even came close to that Wednesday night and don’t think I wasn’t looking. Fellow blogger and intimidating wordsmith Jackie Messenger put it this way: “If I were to construct a man out of clay bearing all the traits that are perfect for you both physically and emotionally, it would be that guy, Christa.” Amen.

Thursday night was rough at the semi-private aloha event at Mercury Bar for Violetta Beretta, one of my favorite dancers in the Cherry Blossom Cabaret troupe. She is moving to Portland, which is fine for her, sad for us. I was fighting back tears at the small get-together. She is definitely one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen close-up. Meanwhile sexy-as-hell Lola Love was shaking her pasties and dangling a string of hot dogs around Doug Upp’s mouth in front of a blushing Gossip guitarist Nathan “Brace Paine” Howdeshell, who’s been spotted around Honolulu over the past week. Speaking of spotted, I’ve been reverently trying to track the whereabouts of Kanye West while he’s back in town recording. Not so much for him, more for his amazingly stunning girlfriend Amber Rose, who is usually here with him. So far I’ve only been able to get intel that she was shopping at American Apparel and that’s about it. Common is also in town to record. I heard he stopped by street wear/lifestyle/mega-hipster hub Leilow. As for the weekend, I think everyone might have thought it was First Friday again, or we’re just getting some good action in Chinatown. Next Door was a dazzling assortment of fire dancers, funk rock and extremely danceable electro-fused world-beat dubstep with LYNX and Janover. Saturday was eh, but that’s my fault for not going over to Ward Center, which I heard is still the raging new hot spot. I was keeping it mellow, my lovely Wednesday evening once-in-a-lifetime so-amazing-it-was-barely-real encounter still on my brain, and the dude already long gone back to, ahem, college.

Hey, stuff like that happens to a woman like me pretty much never. I gotta take some time to reflect.