Waxing Nostalgic

For the last week or so I've been thinking back fondly on my college experience in Hawaii (this dates me, I know). I absolutely loved the time I spent at BYU-Hawaii, and one of the best jobs I ever had was at the Polynesian Culture Center as a Japanese tourguide right next door. Thanks to the Pinks and Blues Girls, Thursday is the perfect day for me to wax nostalgic. Here's a picture of me with some of the other tourguides (I'm on the very left).


And here I am leading a canoe tour.


Once, while taking a very unimpressed group of tourists, I tried to loosen things up by sharing one of my more successful Japanese jokes. As we neared the bridge I said, "And the greeting word for this bridge is ALOOOOOOhashi [the Japanese word for bridge]." At this point I was supposed to remain standing and nearly hit the back of my head on the bridge while all the tourists warned me of the impending work-related injury. This particular group could have care less whether or not I hit my head and so I misjudged the bridge and actually did nearly knock myself from the canoe trying to get a laugh. Of which, I got nothin'. Except from the canoe-pusher at the back--he nearly fell off the canoe himself. Laughing.

Oh, how I LOVED Hawaii. *sigh*