A trip to the Garden Island KAUAI

Well now I can say that I've been to Hawai'i. I loved it and I didn't want to leave. Here are some pics to show you the beauty of it all...Snorkeling, Surfers, Statues, and other Stuff.

This was the view from our hotel restaurant. PARADISE!!!

Wailua Falls. BEAUTIFUL

Birds of Paradise. I was in paradise.

Kalalau Lookout.

TJ at Queen's Bath and his Superman Towel. He is so cute!

This was a crazy cool statue on our way to Queen's Bath. So Queen's Bath is this place you have to hike down a slippery red dirt trail to get to. But once you are there you are glad you took the trek. Basically the real thing looks like a big bathtub made out of lava rock. Sometimes the waves crash over the bath tub wall bringing in new varieties of fish to snorkel with. I stood on a rock for five minutes while hundreds of fish swarmed around me and between my legs. We found limpids and sea urchins that we forced off of their rocks to look at them. The sea urchins were beautiful and I almost began singing "Part of Your World" because my emotions were high.

A NEW CAR!!!

TJ and I bought a new 2005 Ford Focus. Some people like them some people don't, and I love mine. It is black and a beauty. Or maybe it is black and a Stallion. It's gender is still to be determined. All I know is it is HOTT! And we got a sweet deal.

One thing I'll really miss...

Ahhh Young Company Shakespeare. Some of my greatest friendships were formed in these casts. Oh how I will long for the van rides, the awkward conversations, and the silly things we would do.

Fallon: Um can you tell me how to get to Cafe Rio?

(Mrs. Miller playing loudly in the van "Strangerrrr's in the NIIIIGHT exchanging glances Waalking in the NIIIGHT what are the chances? DO BE DO BE DOOO BE DO BE DO BE"

And how can I forget the trick we played on Celeste or the fact that Lehi Utah is the Devil's Snare and we could never pass it without talking about something Taboo. I'll miss giggling through the prayers, Chris when he talked like a girl, all of the stories, and most of all everyone I grew so attached to acting with.

CALLER NUMBER THREE

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When I was in the fourth grade I wanted to win Mariah Carey tickets so badly. And every time they'd ask for caller number nine I would dial and dial and dial....always to no avail. But! Last night, close to midnight, when most normal people were sleeping, I HAD MY CHANCE. The smooth sounds of jazz were filling the cabin of my car and I was listening to the sultry voice of KUER's Steve Williams, "Monica Mancini is performing with the Utah Symphony this weekend and in a few minutes we'll be giving away two tickets to one of our late night listeners." Then he rattled off the number and I went to Never Never Land.

"I'll never never win any such thing, but if I did that would make my husband so happy" Says I.

I turned a corner and tuned back into the words coming out of my car speakers. Thinking that I had already missed my opportunity, I put my cell phone down. Then I heard it:

"Caller number three will win, dial this number...bla bla bla."

I grabbed my weapon and comanded it to dial fast, but not too fast (I didn't want number one or two) then...busy signal. Another minute passes with this anticipation. Busy signal, busy signal, busy signal. Finally, I tried one last time--the phone was ringing and I was sure I was caller number four.

"Hello," said Steve (we're on first name terms now).

Collectedly with a tinge of hope I asked, "Am I caller number three?"

"You are CALLER NUMBER THREE."

I didn't know what to do, scream? Cry? Cuss? I've never had this experience before and the Jazz music in the background created an oxymoronic experience. I felt better than everyone else who was calling in, I was supreme and my phone, my trusty little companion was there for me the entire time.

I know it's not Mariah Carey, and I know I am not going to hear "Butterfly" or "Sweet Fantasy" but it is Monica Mancini, daugther of the composer of "MOON RIVER." If she has uncontrollable vibrato and the ability to whistle when she forgets the words--Mrs. Williams style, then, then I will be completly satisfied hearing the deep and meaningful words "Wider than the Nile, I'll cross you in style someday."