Dremelized and Traumatized

Today was dentist day as I had to go back and fix what had broke.
I don't mind the dentist, especially this one as he is my brother's friend and it sort of helps if you know the dude poking around in your mouth.
Before I went and got drilled I figured I better eat something since I was going to be drooling for the rest of the day.
Since my dentist is right off Waikiki, I went over to the Diamond Head lookout and ate my breakfast:



Okay, that's not my breakfast, but the view I had while I was eating it.
My breakfast that is.
I would have taken a picture of my breakfast, but as I mentioned before, I was eating it.
The view above is the opposite side of Waikiki, on the other side of Diamond Head, where you can see all the way to the far eastern side of the island:



I was enjoying my last meal until some dude came and sat himself in front of my car giving me a nice view of the back of his head.
The lookouts are popular with locals and tourists.
Here's another local fellow making himself useful:



Waikiki didn't used to be all touristy and stuff, in fact it was sort of swampy.
In fact there were like farms and plantations there until someone decided it would be good place to put a hotel.
Then to help with the drainage, they had to build this canal, called the Ala Wai:



Okay, that's not a picture of the Ala Wai canal today, more like how it was a long time ago. That is a picture of a picture that is in my dentist's office, he has all these pictures of old Waikiki.
The gentlemen in the picture are fishing for mullet.
Way back when there were chairs set up along the banks of the canal where folks could set their poles and sit and wait for the mullet to come along.
And sit and wait.
And sit and wait.
These chairs, which sort of resembled lifeguard chairs, were sometimes even put out in the middle of the reef where mullet swam by.
Of course we called them mullet chairs.
You don't see them anymore though I remember them, from way back when I was a small kid.
Come to think about it, you don't see too many mullets any more either.
So anyways, this is the view I had while I was getting my tooth drilled:



Now why my dentist decided to put flowers and birds on his ceiling is something I've always wanted to talk to him about but I sort of always forget.
I mean if I was a dentist, I'd put a picture of some hot babes in bikinis or something but that's just me.
Then, just so that I could get all my unpleasant business done in one day, I decided to cut my hair.
Boy, I dislike cutting my hair.
I'd show you pictures, but they are too traumatic.
Seriously, I'd rather be having my teeth drilled.
With a Dremel.
Oh wait.
I already did that.