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HEPpy Halloween!

Okay, okay, so it’s not Halloween anymore, but it was a crazy weekend for us here at HEP. Hope you all had fun with your costumes and candy.

On Saturday night, we took the plunge into Hallowbaloo, the three-day Honolulu music festival. In short, it was barely controlled insanity. Three or four blocks of Chi-To were gated off, numerous stages erected, several food trucks parked, and thousands of costumed partiers were beer’d. The costumes ranged from several hula lamps and Hunter S. Thompsons to two Deviled Eggs (literally two fried eggs made of cardboard worn by horned red-people). Sadly, us HEPsters were a little late to enjoy any of the live entertainment (including a reportedly amazing performance from Cherry Blossom Cabaret), but we did manage to scoot into 39Hotel for some PBR’s and, eventually, spill into The Venue for a show by Black Square and Kings of Spade! Overall, Hallowbaloo was pretty fun, though the crowd was more of a crush than a background and the lines were quite long for everything (we didn’t even get into Bar35 due to the thirty minute to one hour wait).

After a few hangover remedies, we were back in Honolulu Sunday night for a show and party at Orphanage. This old mansion (formally known as the Dollhouse) is an amazing treasure hidden in the northern hills of Honolulu and occupied by a 90’s sitcom worth of characters. The venue for the night was actually the living room (or “White Tiger Lounge” as they call it) which we managed to pack forty or so screaming, costumed people into. Coral Stabz started out the night in celebration of their new album release (stealin’ pakalolo), though we were late due to the horrendous H1 traffic and missed what I was told was an epic performance. Haven’t had a chance to listen to the tape yet, but I’m sure it’s amazing as well.

We did arrive in time to rock out to Siblings, who were all dressed up as bicycle missionaries from the Church of Siblings of Radder-Day Saints. The mosh basically spilled into the band at this point and, more than once, Joey Green found himself at the back of the crowd, his microphone cord wrapped around his neck like a whip, drawing him back to the front. As the songs raged on and the band/crowd mixture shook the room, the temperature spiked, cooking us until the floor was slick with sweat. It is at this point I will remind you this took place in a living room.

After a booze, water, smoke, and air break (in that order), (G)Narwhal fired up their set. This was now three hours into the drinking and over an hour into the concert and where there was moshing for the punk of Siblings, there is pure insanity for Narwhal. People are attempting to crowd surf, only to smash their heads into the ceiling and fall onto the couch, wrapped up like a mummy in the overhead decorations. Travis of Coral Stabz has covered himself in fake blood and is using it to zombify everyone around him. Someone has taken Adam’s extra drumstick and is smashing additional cymbals to his beat. Not one, not two, not three, but four “last songs” are played. The actual last “last song,” my personal favorite “Tell Me,” is sung mostly by the crowd as Erica’s microphone cord has been disconnected by several feet and she is frantically chasing the end around, ensnaring it just in time to belt the chorus and then lose it again. This is the best show of their’s that I have ever seen.

Sadly, we had to leave shortly after this. We did score a few amazing cupcakes, a copy of the new Coral Stabz tape, and many promises that Adam would get us our fancy new GNARWHAL pins. If the Facebook photos are any evidence, the party lost no steam without us. Thanks for a great night, you crazy, costumed party animals.

P.S.: It appears L has grown impatient with this long post and already posted about our November adventure in NaNoWriMo. I assure you we will not ignore HEP, though we expect to spend more nights in, replacing the crush of the bar with the comfort of a couch while we write. Expect to continue seeing updates about upcoming events, however. We wouldn’t abandon you…

P.P.S: There are a few photos up on the Flickr, but the majority of the weekend was shot using good old fashioned disposable cameras! That said, we should be rolling out those photos next week. For now, content yourself with some amazing shots over at everyday is a wishing well.

Mellow Caffeine Buzz

I’m writing this from what has become one of my favorite places to hang out on the North Shore with Kendle: Coffee Gallery.  Maybe it’s just the Portlander in me, but there’s little that I enjoy more than filling a cloudy afternoon with deliciously complex coffee and a good book, and this Hale’iwa coffee shop seems to be the perfect place to do it.  Under the burlap ceiling or palm umbrellas, I simultaneously feel at peace with my inner Pacific-Northwesterner and a sense of belonging on this island in the middle of the sea…whew, that’s some pretty strong coffee.

In Hale’iwa (pronounced Hah-lay-eeh-vah for the off-island readers), there’s no rush, no bustle.  Though Hawaii obviously isn’t known for its fast-paced lifestyle, there is something profoundly relaxing about leaving Honolulu’s city streets behind and popping up to North Shore where there’s nothing  but your swim suit, slippers and the direction of the breeze to worry about.  What better backdrop for a cafe? Even the Philosophes of Enlightenment Europe would have been pressed to find a better spot for their caffeinated antics. I guess they had Paris…

The two vibrantly colored lizards who had been chilling out on my table  have gone into hiding somewhere on the lush patio where I’ve taken up residence with my notebook and cappuccino.   Perhaps, lured by the bitter smell of roasting coffee wafting from the cafe proper, they’ve ventured back inside in search of a taste.  After a sip of Kendle’s cup of cream and sugared Haleiwa Blend, I’m tempted to follow them in for a refill of my own.

Locals and tourists alike populate the funky interior of this coffee shop, all of us in search of the same buzz; a jolt to combat the siren’s song of the Hawaiian sun and our imminent afternoon naps.  The delectable macaroons and “world famous carrot cake” sold here don’t exactly help, but they sure hit the spot.  And though I haven’t had a chance to try the exotic healthfoods advertised on their bilingual chalkboard menus, my mouth is watering a just the thought of “pineapple vegetarian chili”. Perhaps that’s an adventure for another afternoon. For now, I’m satisfied with the bag of their signature blend that Kendle and I are taking home in hopes of recreating a little bit of this magic tomorrow morning.