So I thought I was home for the rest of the winter when I get an email from one of my favorite Strattons saying it was time for some snorkling and a fresh tan. Hawaii it is! 
The flight over was so awsome. We flew at like 4 pm so we were basicly like chasing the sun. It was honestly like an epic 3 hours of sunset. This photo was about an hour or 2 into the flight.
About 2 and a half hours later it was still awsome looking, so sick!
So its hot and humid as all hell in December, so wierd. An hour into the trip and Caswell was allready shirtless.
Whatever Trapasso is doing in this photo is apropriate considering his atire.
The next morning mission for breakfast.
Yeah Angel really bought that shirt. Life hammers.
The day has not yet begun unless Caswell rides the bull.
Just a glimpse at some of the many chemicals that go in to Caswells body on a daily basis.
So Steve decided to bring along one of my best AZ homies and videographer extrodinaire Thadeus Donald Croskey. I think the spoon trick sealed the deal on getting him on this trip.
So the place were staying is full of creepy manikans(spell that word right if your gay!). This one is a gold little girl with no arms… I dont get it.
A little rain tryed to harsh our mellow, but give it an hour or 2 of sun and that shit is long gone.
Peep some footy to kill time untill its dry.
This my friend is called Juxtaposition… Steve, still sad about the rain, but that flower doesnt seem to mind.
Thats one of the views from our spot in Waikiki.
Beaches dont look like this in Arizona…
