Hawaii Part II e.g. one crazy ass night

So once we left the Ranch, our excursions were over, but the adventures were far from over.  We got back and I went back to the beach while Bobo and A-face took a little cat nap.  I started some more staring contests.  One in particular with this girl in a trucker hat.  We had sat down at the same time and I took note.  I was out in the sun for a while before I went back to room to gather the troops for dinner.  Another note, when I got up to leave, so did my trucker hat girl.

We got back to the hotel after dinner and I decided to gout for some drinks while B&A called it a night to watch the Olympics.  I went out to this bar near the hotel called The Irish Rose.  I know, I'm 5000 miles from NE and I go to an irish bar, but whatevs.  So I sit at the bar and have a drink and suddenly realize I'm full.  Soooo full.  But it's early so I keep on drinking.  I talk a bit to the bartender and watch some Olympics on TV.  But for the most part there is a live band playing cover songs to about 6 people.  

A set later, these two girls sit next to me at the bar and order 2 jager bombs each.  I tell them how badass they are for taking them.  Apparently one of the had just turned 21 a few weeks earlier and has been taking them every night.  They said they had to go hang out with these older guys in the corner playing pool.  They invited them up so they had to hang with them.  They told be to go to the friends bar, The Something Something Club, if I leave before them since they'll be there later.  I saw cool and the give me shit ass directions based on nearby businesses, which does me no good.  The bartender tells me what street its on and that it's by a very large crosswalk.  I say OK since I've seen that street name before.

By the time I leave the bar the girls are still with the guys but I can't drink anymore.  So I figure if I can find the street its on I'll try to find the bar.  I walk down the street from the bar and come up to the road.  OK, I guess I'm going to the bar.  I have a choice though, left or right.  I take a left.  I look for the large crosswalk and find one, but no bar.  I say fuck it and go back to the hotel.  Although I really needed to pee so I stopped by the bar again and figured to get more directions.  I figured if the girls were there I could hang out with them until they leave, but they were already gone.  I asked the bartender for clarification. The directions he gave me were much this time.  He said it was by the International Market Place.  I've passed this place before and head right for it.

I leave the bar and head for the Market Place.  The crosswalk in front of it is far from large.  I look around and see no bars.  The market place is an open plaza so I walked in looking for a bar.  I reached the street on the other side and saw no bar.  The other street had no something something club.  By now it was 12 and I was full and tired so I figured I go back to the hotel.  When I go back into the market place I noticed yellow lines on the ground.  At that point something clicked in my head.  It was something one of the girls had said at the bar.  "Follow the yellow brick road."  Being that close I figured I'd give the bar search one more shot.  I followed the yellow line to nowhere.  Useless.  

Discouraged, I finally gave up and was really going back to the hotel this time.  As soon as I venture off the yellow line I see red lights and hear music coming from ..... The Lava Rock Club.  I put the hotel in the back of mind and went into the bar.  It was underground.  It reminded me of a small Libby's basement that was about 15 times cleaner.  I did a quick sweep and didnt see the girls.  I got a beer and watched people on the small dance floor with crazy wigs on.  After I beer I didn't see my situation getting any better and finally left to go back to the hotel.

I left the market place and decided to take the beach back to the hotel.  I've had enough street roaming for the night.  I walked down some alley and chatted with some dudes hanging out for a few mintues.  I asked where one guy was from, because he's probably not from Hawaii.  He responded saying he was born and raised there.  I turn to his friend and ask if hes from CA since he has an Angel's hat on.  He said he was from Louisiana.  I chatted for a few more minutes and continued to the beach.

I walked a little ways then came up on this girl sitting on a small beach enclosed by a hotel.  I tried talking her.  Here is the transcript:

Me: Hi, how are you?

Her: Good, just enjoying the view.

Me: Well it is a beautiful view.

Her: Yeah.

Me: Where are you from?

Her: Here, actually.

Me: Oh really? Why are you hanging out in the hotel area then?

Her: I'm actually just trying to be alone right now.

Me: Ooooooohk then.  I'm think I'll be going then.

Her: Sorry.

After that strange encounter and walking by countless homeless people passed out on the beach, I sit down at the hotel beach and take a note from the girl and stare out into the ocean.  Only I will be more welcoming if someone wanted to join me.  However, I passed out for a little bit.  I got up and went back to room and crawled into bed, covered in sand.  Good night.