Day 8: Coke and Crown
I talked with a man I was sitting next to on the plane. He was a fisherman who did the sort of fishing you see on Deadliest Catch. He knew a few of those guys on the show. I had to admit I've never seen it. He was proud nonetheless and loved his crew, and his Crown!
After three airplane sized bottles, stirred into Coke, the flight attendant told him that they were out of it, from where Jack Daniels was inquired about. They had that, but he inquired about the Crown again to a different flight attendant. She confirmed that they were out, as well as the Vodka. By the end of the trip I'm pretty sure he had had 8 bottles of either Crown or Jack all mixed in with Coke and ice.
Since the outset of this trip, I've had people offer me weed, cigarettes, meth, and now Crown. No, the man didn't offer me his drink, the flight attendant did, "on the house" (or plane) she said almost insisting, along with a meal and a tablet. I had been asked to change my seat and I obliged. I could have had all the liquor I wanted free of charge as the nice flight attendant lady was taking real good care of me! I changed my seat so a family of four could sit together. The funny thing about it was that it didn't inconvenience me at all. Aisle seat on row 30 to aisle seat on row 29! Ha!
I thought about it. This really nice and interesting guy made a good life for himself staving off a watery grave for years and years. He appeared to be a little preoccupied with liquor though, admitting that he had a case of Crown in his carry on, or something to that regard as I'm not sure, as he specified, that he was allowed to bring it, by either the airline or his girlfriend of one year that he introduced me to.
I had a good discussion with the man. He asked me what I was doing in Hawaii, and I began to tell him about my trip. Afterwards he called me a "renegade"! I was ok with that. A drinkless, smokeless renegade. I did, however, indulge in the Coke, that sweet bubbly goodness.
I, with my tablet, that, did I mention was free of charge? for the flight anyway, made it, in between discussion, through Mad Max: Fury Road, and halfway through The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. Have I mentioned that I, not being particularly well versed in the lore of Tolkien find it somewhat perturbing that the movie is called The Battle of the Five Armies, when the chapter that the title is taken from is called "The Battle of Five Armies?"
They added an extra "the." I'm sure someone, for some reason felt it was necessary. But really I'd just like to know why? Google has been of little use in regards to this question. It isn't particularly a simple inquiry to search for "why is there an extra 'the' in Jackson's The Battle of the Five Armies as opposed to Tolkien's 'The Battle of Five Armies.'" I suppose I could simplify that. But honestly I haven't put an overabundance of energy into discovering the answer. But I'm getting there. Slowly.
But seriously. Is it a grammar thing? Or is it that Jackson didn't realize his discrepancy and no one felt compelled to correct him over such a minor issue. Surely they have Tolkien scholars aiding in the production of these movies, don't they!
Calm down.
A few departing remarks. So, it is Tuesday, by the way. And I am waking up on Oahu, next door to the Temple.
I realize that I haven't been too explicit in my exact location, and somewhat vague in reference to my time frame. Some posts I work on for a couple days and then post them to my travel log as a particular day mixing in thoughts and experiences that retrace and span more than the defined limits of the specified day. I'm sure you're aware of the ambiguity by now. I don't want to say that I am consciously choosing to be cryptic or confusing, but I am almost obligated to because I am aware that it is happening but am choosing to do nothing about it. Really, I just want these posts to feel more genuine as I write what I'm thinking about, as opposed to feeling confined to a rigid time constrained structure, even though I live in a world constrained by it.
Anyway, I also wanted to apologize as well. I feel as though I should point out that in Lava-Geysers I may have made some sweeping religiously toned statements. This is a product of me knowing what I mean and expecting everyone else to know without adequate explanation. How am I suppose to know what other people know when I find it thoroughly challenging enough to know even what it is that I know! I sigh heavy-heartedly while I acknowledge the difficulties of the path that I choose to traipse. Not that I would justify my shortcomings.
I ramble on. It is the morning now. I lie on a bed feeling the dew on the opened windows near my head. Arriving from a dream I am currently, genuinely trying to figure out if that growling/grumbling noise is my stomach or a frog.