6/13

Aloha Honolulu,

Where was everybody this last friday night?  Holidays will always baffle us flower girls.  I thought for sure that with the extra day off and plenty of beach time ahead, you would all be ready to start the weekend off with a drunken bash downtown.  But quite the opposite.  I guess the sun took it out of you early.  That didn’t stop a few dedicated barhoppers.  Chinatown, while lacking the usual hords of urban hipsters, irish bar enthusiasts, and culture seekers, was still alive and vibrant.  It wouldn’t be Chinatown without someone in costume.  Friday’s winner was a real life ballerina.  

There is something adorable about a girl in a tutu.  Even if she’s 5’9”, she’s forever six years old and innocent.  I wanted to play tea party with her.  Walking the streets in toe shoes, she and her hunky man dancer, with his chiseled abs and his bulging biceps, stopped for a photo shoot at the park behind Indigo’s.  With spotlight on them and a few of us watching in the background, he positioned her in graceful poses.  Tweaking so slightly her wrist, her hand, her elbow.  I don’t really consider myself a girly girl, but I can only wonder if the reaction is the same for all women.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have a guy swoon over you with so much detail?   Can you also not help fantasizing that if you too wore a tutu, that the hunky man could be yours?  And you’d ride white horses together.  And he would be good at fencing and concocting magic potions.  All that fades fast when the shrill of the homeless man screaming at his hat interrupts my fantasy and I realize that I’m in the nitty gritty center of Chinatown.  And my knight in shining armor won’t be a guy who can duel in the 16th century fashion.  He’ll be a romantic at heart who’s had way too much to drink.  He’ll be eager to impress someone who barely knows his name and he’ll buy my whole basket of flowers so I can go home early.  For a flower girl, that’s a fantasy that can actually come true.  

peace, love and flower power!

-The Flower Girl