Me Smokem Peace Pipe

A few weeks ago, I overheard woman & Jerry saying something about some Indian Pow Wow. I thought it was a weird name for a restaurant but who cares when we're going out for Indian food! You know, a nice curry buffet, or something. I was drooling just thinking about it.


But no, I was sadly mistaken. Instead we went to a Native American Pow Wow. In Honolulu. Ironic, isn't it? There are no Native Americans "native" to Hawaii. We're in the middle of the bloody Pacific! Any who, Jerry who is half Cherokee, and Anna who is full blood Saltine Cracker seemed to enjoy themselves. (I'm half black & half white if you can't tell.) I just spent my time contemplating new hairstyles and dreaming about Tikka Masala.