


I felt the draw of the night as I stepped out of my apartment on my way to meet my friend Jacintha for dinner at a fine Italian Tratorria in Waikiki, and before I even looked up at the night sky, I could tell it was a full moon. My body could just feel it. Walking to meet Jacintha my legs were admittedly a little tired - I had just completed the AIDS walk in Waikiki that morning to show my support of HIV research and my afternoon was spent shopping at the Diesel store to get some new trunks for my upcoming Cancun trip in 3 days (remember? this is the trip I won when Victor and I went to Puerto Vallarta). But I digress...
So in the middle of dinner I get a phone call from my friend Robbie. I decided not to answer, but when he called a second time immediately after, I figured something was up. When I answered, an extremely intoxicated Robbie slurs out the words "RJ, you gotta help me!!!" I replied, "Ok, you've got my attention, what's wrong?" "RJ, my girlfriend Kylie got arrested and she's in jail, I don't know what to do! RJ - I really need an upstanding citizen to help me get her out of jail!" I laughed at his verbage but listened carefully as I tried to decipher through his drunken ramblings exactly what happened. Apparently Kylie - who was also quite inhebriated (suprise suprise)- accepted an offer from some guy to buy her ticket to a concert they were attending that night. But in Kylie's drunken stupor, she failed to remember that she already used the ticket to enter the concert area earlier, and therefore made the ticket unuseable for re-entry. The gentlemen that she sold the ticket to kindly pointed out this minor detail to a police officer, who arrested her for 'Theft in the 4th Degree', aka scalping! She was escorted off to the Honolulu Police Department and locked in the klinker at $1000. bail! So lo and behold, I got my first call ever to help bail someone out of jail. It was kind of exciting! As it turned out, Robbie (Kylie's boyfriend) sobbered up enough to get her out of jail for a total cost of $1375. ! Needless to say I didn't get to enjoy the Canoli I ordered at dinner with Jacintha, but then I figured - well, Cancun is coming up in just a week and I'm sure there will be plenty more Canoli to enjoy there ;)
So on the walk back to my apartment I noticed an estranged black woman running frantically around my apartment building. I looked inquisitively at her and could see the distress in her face. Suddenly I heard some strange screams and screeches in the distance. As I approached my building, I saw by the reflectuion of the moonlight that something was moving on the ledge of the 8th floor! "What's happening?" I asked.
"My cat! It's my cat! I let the window of my apartment on the 9th floor open for just a second and it crawled out, jumped down an entire story to the 8th floor and then accross to a different ledge! Now it's pacing back and forth on the ledge screaming for help. What can I do? Can you help me?"
I had to take a moment and laugh. I had just about reached the limit to my "upstanding citizen" contributions for the evening, but I said, "Sure, I'd be glad to help". So we went up to the 8th floor and woke up the tenant of the apartment whose ledge had the stranded black cat on it. By this point half the building was awake from the ruccus and the cat screams! And oh by the way - she had just moved in that day! So we talked the cat off the ledge and convinced it that suicide wasn't the answer (although given that I'm not the biggest cat fan, it would have been a viable option - just kidding animal lovers!)
So as the drama ended I looked up once again at the moon, which seemed to be grinning down at me as if to say "Gotcha". But at the end of it all I grinned back at it - as I exclamed outloud "One week until I'll be looking up at you from Cancun beyatch!"
Stay tuned for my next posting from Club Med Cancun!!!!