Ants Gnawed My Foot, and I'm In Pain

Was bitten by tiny ants at the bus stop on Friday night. I wear slippers--local term for cheap black rubber thongs, standard Hawaiian footwear--and apparently trod on a snack the ants were devouring in the grass. My left foot, on fire, streamed with minuscule brown b*stards, jaws slavering. Ray Bradbury never created a more horrifying formic scene. This kind of set the tone for my weekend-- By Saturday morning, the top of my foot, the side of my foot, and two toes had erupted in blisters. By Sunday, the middle toe REALLY had a blister and itched like hell. Today, all of it has kind of calmed down, but I still brought hydrogen peroxide to work. What fun. Dave Matthews should be shot. (Author of song "Ants Marching.")

On a bright note, I went to the local restaurant Bali Indonesia (corner of Kapiolani & McCully) on Saturday night. They serve an all-you-can eat authentic Javanese buffet for $7.95. Twas delicious. And the service was very subtle and intelligent, kind of like a kris handle before the blade imbeds itself in your back. Will go again, and highly recommend it to others when in Honolulu.