HONOLI'I PARTY WAVE
It's 6:00 AM. Boards in the back of the Yoda. You're rubbing the makapiapia out of your eyes, claiming your spot as close to the lifeguard parking as you can--steering wheel in one hand, coffee in the other. The sun starts to peak over the clouds and set those glassy waves on fire. You all but pee your pants you're so excited. Could it be a party wave morning?
