Here in Hawaii, it’s still Christmas. My mom, myself, Roxanne, and her boyfriend, all went to Big City Diner in Waipio Gentry for Christmas dinner. We had originally chosen Zippy’s, but they looked so crowded, we decided to scope out BCD instead. It was my mom’s first time eating at BCD, so it worked out good. Mom had hamburger steak, no onions, and gravy on the side. Rox ordered the Philly Cheesesteak, and I ordered the Magic Mushroom Burger and we halved it with eachother since we were curious about both. Davy got the Tequilla Chicken. The hostess was so pretty and nice, and the atmosphere was noisy, which was what you’d expect in a diner on Christmas when moms everywhere decided they weren’t cooking tonight. The Philly Cheesesteak was not so great, honestly, but I’m picky about my Philly Cheesesteaks. The Magic Mushroom Burger was pretty good though.
On the way home, we drove past these streets in Mililani that are cul-de-sacs. The people who live in them go all-out and totally decorate their houses with lights, Disney character themes, you name it. It’s quite a sight. One guy was standing outside passing out candy canes to everyone walking or driving through to look at the houses. Its famous to a lot of people living on this side of the island. People go to check it out every year. It was a nice way to end Christmas dinner.
I still have to meet Rich tonight to exchange presents. Rich, is my guru. He’s 5 years older than me, and we actually started hanging out back in 1997, when my dad passed away and I decided to go to community college. Rich was programming out of his house with his friend and partner, and I always hung out there. It’s how I got into IT in the first place, since initially I was going to become a programmer. I made it through the first year’s worth of programming classes, but blew it when it came to Discrete Math, and decided to go into MIS instead. Sometimes I kick myself for making the decision to quit on programming. But hopefully I end up OK in the end. I’m not the kind of girl who thinks it’s my future husband’s role to be the bread-winner. I want to make enough money that I could support myself and my kid(s) in the event I had to.
I also believe in everything being equal, so I never make the guy pay for everything and try to pay for dates by taking turns. This has made some guys feel weird. But I never understood why guys had to pay for everything. When I date guys who want to pay for everything, they seem unconfortable at first when I offer to pay, but then seem OK with it in time. I don’t have any close female friends, but apparently many girls out there allow the guy to pay for everything when it comes to dates. This, I cannot do. I’d just feel too weird.
My sister is also celebrating her basenji, Oscar’s birthday today. She is out trying to find ice cream with Davy so they can give her dogs cake and ice cream. She also straps little hats on them or one year, it was bow-ties. I don’t know what Davy thinks of it, but she’s pretty hard-core into her dogs– that’s cool.
Only a little less than 3 hours to go before its tomorrow, and I have to wake up and go to work early in the morning. I’m gonna try to enjoy all of it that I can. I had a good Christmas this year. 
