Kona Club Girls Hangout

Friday night and I have another date with myself. This one is at the Kona Club, a bar at the end of my street that thrives on silly. Actually, it seems to be mostly women here at this early hour. Are they all on a date?

The florist across the street just dropped off flowers for a customer to pickup at the bar. We all thought they were for us.

I've only been to this place a few times and each visit has been memorable, not just because they have a mechanized hoola dancer.