August 5th, 2015
My weekend stay-cation at Halekulani continued with Husband on the second night. Dinner at Orchids (spectacular, as expected), followed by a short walk before retiring to the room.
I have to admit I indulged in wine with dinner again, which makes me tired. Also a little unfiltered.
Claus and I both agreed we appreciated the change in routine, and he was telling me what he did while Olivia and I were at the hotel without him.
"I made biscuits last night," he said. He likes making food, but he usually doesn't make biscuits.
"Oh? Biscuits?" I said with surprise. Then I remembered. "Are you trying to use up the Bisquick box because nobody likes your pancakes?"
Oops! The look of shock on his face!
"What????!!!! Nobody told me that! You guys didn't tell me that! Nobody likes my pancakes?!?" he exclaimed.
To give it context, this is a guy who is always steady in his demeanor. He's constant, consistent, stable.
In zodiac terms, he's an earth sign. In Ayurvedic terms, he's a Kapha. In video-editing terms, his audio never spikes. Tonight, it spiked.
He was a little insulted. He got over it. We laughed. We're still laughing about it.
Sunday, I paid the price for all that fun. I had all these big plans of swimming, walking, exploring Waikiki, and what happened?
We ate breakfast and then I had to retire to the air-conditioned comfort of the suite to nurse an achy head. I felt guilty because he's active, but he told me not to worry because he anticipated I'd be useless.
Finally at 1 p.m. I got moving and only wanted to remain in a climate-controlled, cool space, so I suggested we exercise in the hotel's workout room.
Here is what he does when he accompanies me for a workout. He puts on street clothes, which indicates to me he knows nothing strenuous is going to happen.
More perspective: he was a collegiate Olympic hopeful who trained for five hours a day for nearly two decades. To this day, he works out about an hour a day, and is ready to compete in a triathlon on a whim. He doesn't enter the race until the week-of, and the last time, he still placed third in his age group for the Tinman Triathlon.
OK, so we've established he's insanely fit. But does he have to rub it passively in my face by practically wearing like, jeans and a dress shirt to the gym with me?
I exaggerate for emphasis, but the truth is, I know his workout clothing, and what he wears with me is never it. If it's a "long" walk, he still wears slippers. If it's a jog, he sometimes doesn't bother changing out of his golf shorts and polo shirt.
We're at Halekulani's fitness center and I felt like teasing him about it. "Thanks for wearing your business suit to work out with me."
It's sweet that he does stuff just to be with me, but it's self-deprecatingly funny too that my activity level is absolutely no challenge, especially on a day of a hangover. So yeah. We knew it would be a pathetic attempt at movement.
If this were the US military alert system, I'd rate a DEFCON 5. If this were the UV Index, I'd rate a 1. In reality, it was a 3.5 on the treadmill.
In all seriousness, though, it was major luxury to unwind and change up the routine, spend quality time with Husband, and get to delight in air-conditioning all day in the sweltering heat of the Hawaii summer. Love it. Got to do this again.
Thanks for the ever-gracious service and hospitality, Halekulani. A perfect setting for a perfect weekend.