What I do when drunk in Hawaii

Yep, this is pretty much what I would do when drunk in Hawaii. Which happened, once. After a blue drink. So, I'm allowed.

Right.

Allowed.

I can't say I particularly like the sensation of drunk or even tipsy. I especially do not like it when walking back to the condo. With Mom along side me, though, it was amusing. We stopped at a rocky beach and watched the ocean for a bit. I stacked rocks. I have no idea why I stacked rocks, or why I can stack rocks when drunk so much better than I can when sober, but there you go. What I do when drunk in Hawaii.