Thursday, July 26, 2012

‘Hawaiian Mai Tai… Sex On The Beach… & Prowlers In The Drink’

Well I suppose I should write a no shitter about Hawaii! It was kinda the home away from home and a definite first and last port visit on any deployment!

When I joined the ol’ Canoe Club I had visions of the South Pacific and cute little Island Girls at every Polynesian port! That slick talking, silver-tongued son-of-a-bitch of a recruiter didn’t need to say much to convince me that’s where I wanted to be!! I’m just scratch’n my nogg’n wondering why I never got stationed there!!!

The notion of going to Hawaii conjures up the smell of coconut oil… visions of breezy beautiful beaches… pretty Hula Girls and beach combers with surf boards and ukuleles at every turn. While I was there I got to pinch Hula Girl butts… appreciate the sex on the white sandy beach ((next to the Banyan Tree))… gett’n the Kamonuana Lau tropical flowers around the neck… learn to appreciate the pinapple Mai Tais… wore many an aloha shirt with nekkit lady prints on them… and climbed palm trees like a gaudamned monkey throw’n coconuts at drunk’n shipmates!!!

And then there was…

“What’s up with all the hookers walk’n the street?”

“It’s a Sailor’s delight!”

"The only way you can keep the women away is if you’re queer!"

My first episode in Hawaii was as a messcrank… with a Filipino Senior Chief in charge of the galley! But before liberty went down…

“Bepore you can go on leebirty you must penis your work pirst!”

How the hell do you penis your work?!?!

“Clean… Clean… Clean… damn you mudderpuckers! Clean… Clean… Clean… not good enup!”

Once off the boat it was time to hit the beach and Waikiki was where all the fun was at! There were three ways to get from Pearl to Waikiki… hitch hike, bus, or taxi! There were a million ‘Crackerjacks’ looking to head to the beach so getting a taxi was usually the best bet… cheaper by the dozen!!!

Usually the first stop was Gussie L’amours right off the highway by the airport! You could guarantee some great entertainment rather it be Mud and Oil wrestling… Great Bands… Comedians… or just some great music and drinks!!  The place would let the girlies get up on the tables and dance before Coyote Ugly even thought to make it famous!! The place had that Midwestern Saloon type feel and a great place to meet some vacationers!!

After a good time at Gussies we might have headed out to Hotel Circle in Waikiki for one of the local Squid Bars like Moose McGillicutty's or a fun time at Dukes or the Zanzabar! Mooses was well known for bikini and wet t-shirt contests in those days!! I remember gett’n piss drunk on many a night making routine trips to the bathroom with the long metal urinal standing in rank and file with my fellow crackerjacks chasing cigarette butts back and forth with our pee streams...

Occasionally we might have ran into a hole in the wall joint with one dollar Mai Tais! I got drunker then snot in one of those Tiki Bars… I swear I was see’n three of everything!!!

If we made it that far without gett’n lucky or fall’n out shitfaced drunk there were the titty bars down the road! Crackerjacks love titty bars… go-go dancers… stripper poles… and anything with two boobies attached!!  A personal favorite in the early days was the Lollipop Lounge!! This place was strategically located for crackerjacks like me to discover!! Like any titty bar, it was kind’a dark with the smell of stale whiskey and cigarette smoke mixed with coconut oil the ladies obviously bathed in before each show!! It kinda had that 70’s feel about it with the maroon color carpet and cheesy nylon booths!! I remember one Asian gal that worked there… she was a personal favorite!!! 

And one night in particular somewhere in the beginning of my adulthood in this ol’ Canoe Club I met an Aussie gal on her summer vacation… well it was winter here but summer where she came from! After a night of down’n the hatch with something called Okolehoe that a big friendly Samoan fella had given us in a paper bag for a small price… half lit to the moon we took a stroll from Mooses down Lewers Street until we somehow found our way under a Banyan Tree right next to the Sheridan on the beach!! There we practiced the horizontal mambo for a good hour before a couple of shipmates… ‘Funky Brewster & The Hert Locker’ came stumbl’n over us tripp’n over my pants around my ankles and ass moon shin’n up in the air as I was discover’n the joys of a honey pot from down under… if you know what I mean!! It was kinda embarrassing for the young lady but I gotta admit… I was feel’n like the man of the moment!!!

At this pass’e of any night on liberty it was usually time to head back to the ship half lit at 0500 hours in the morning tripping over every curb… stump… or shrub that happened to find its way into your path! I vaguely remember monkey’n up a palm tree on base pulling coconuts and throw’n  them down at my shipmates… no shit!! Right next to the tennis courts by the sub base!! I’m lucky my dumb ass didn’t fall straight down onto the concrete!!!

Yes there were many other memories of the Hawaiin Excursions… I’ll never forget the 96’ Rimpac when the American A6 Prowler off the Independence was shot down by the Japanese Destroyer Yuugiri during an awry AAW exercise… I remember watching that ship pull into Pearl Harbor the next morning with the Arizona Memorial in the backdrop right about time for ‘morning colors’ think’n to myself…

“Those poor bastards picked the wrong time to pull into port after that incident!!”

Or the trip in 98’ to the Polynesian Culture Center with a couple of my cohorts! I was keen on the idea of visiting one of Elvis Prestley’s favorite movie making spots but had no idea the place was ran by the Mormon Tabernacle… not that it mattered much but when we were commandeered onto a tour of the temple!! I felt like we’d been hornswaggled by these people in some kind of advertisement gig to join the church… it was a bit creepy to say the least!! I thought they were gonna break out the kool-aid and pull a Jim Jones on us… but it wasn’t all that dramatic… just a bit discerning they’d pull some hokey crap like that!!!

But one thing is for certain… Hawaii is one of them laid back kinda places where you can go just about anywhere in a straw hat… t-shirt… and flip flops and it’s considered appropriate attire! It’s one of them ports where every other dame you meet is called ‘Honey Girl’… and when you get back to the ship loaded to the hilt dressed down to your skivvies wondering where you left your clothes…

“I think I left them hang’n on the door at the Outrigger Hotel!”

“Which one?!? There’s a couple three or four dozen Outriggers in Waikiki!!”

“The one with the cathouse on the middle floor… or was that the hotel lobby?!”

Yep… I can still hear the sound of a couple of nonrated deckhands in the portside passageway heralding their return from a night of heavy drink’n and hell spent debauchery on the town with wild hookers and excessive carousing and laughter.
"Well ladies, you missed the fun tonight. There was a mud wrestling contest at Gussies and some guy off the Kinkaid rearranged his jaw with another fella’s fist arguing over a wet t-shirt contest at Mooses!! But we all got a nipple peek off one of those gals!! Great night in Waikiki I might ad!!!”
I’ve always felt sorry for the fellas who hated their time spent in the ol’ Canoe Club… You know the ones who served in Adak, Alaska as a personal yeomen passing out chits for some worthless bastard lieutenant who screwed up to get stationed there! For you fellas, you missed out on the women… the booze… the fouled mouthed good times… and all the memories of a lifetime!! In no other business could you go to far-away lands and far-away places hang’n out in tropical cathouses… smok’n cigars… hook’n up in some dirty tiki bar with a big tittied dame while gett’n loaded and say you’ve been a world traveler… yes… those youthful indiscretions… the world over!!!


6 comments:

  1. Talk about great memories... TJ

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  2. RIMPAC 98 Rainier was the test platform for the pre-cooked meals, all the Mess Specialists had to do was turn on the oven and let it warm up. There was a female civilian on board doing surveys on how the crew responded to the food. I remember from the time we left Bremerton to when we hit San Diego I pissed her off so much that she hated my guts, to the point that when a few Damage Control types and I showed up at a bar that she was at in Coronado, she caught a cab out, "If that Asshole is going to be here I'm not" See ya bitch, was my response to that comment. But on the first night in Pearl I was hammered off of rum and ran in to her on the beach. Next thing I knew we were covered in sand, then a police officer or it could have been a security guard asked if we could please go back to our room...thankfully she had one. She took me up there. we had a great time. The sun was coming up she called me a cab, gave me $100 bill and said "thanks for last night now get out, I have a plane to catch". She treated me like a whore! But fuck it I had drinking money for the next night!

    Dave Helegda

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  3. I never found out which Outrigger it was. Troncoso

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  4. Love the story. I remember being in China town really late or was it really early in the morning. One of my shipmates was yelling at some hooker about something. We went over to get him and along came her pimp. He flashed a revolver and that was all it took to sober our buddy up. LOL

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  5. The Nav on my first ship (FF-1066) took his department (Nav/Ad) out to dinner to the Outrigger Waikiki..I was still a screamin' seaman and still several months away from turning legal. The dinner went down fine and to be quite honest, it came back up pretty easy too. All because of those dayum Mai-Tai's. Thank gawd the palms around Ft. Derussy could hide the wonderful paintings I was producing that night.

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  6. can't remember which RIMPAC it was but mid 90's on the StrEssex, had fun on that trip, then I was stationed at Pearl Harbor from 98 till 01, and looking back on it, the BEST command I ever had.. Deploy to Thailand for 30 days at a time, living in hotels and getting full perdiem (you CAN'T beat that). Went to Darwin Australia from Sep 19 1999 till Nov 11th, again living in hotels (but we didn't have the full perdiem) but STILL, what a life....

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