Aloha, Burnt Toast Diner!

Aloha faithful blog readers. It’s me, Elle. Elle who is NOT a tramp despite anything that certain ex wives may try to imply, whatevs!

So I’m posting this from Hawaii. Westie-poo and I decided a vacation was in order after our slightly traumatic kinda maybe restoration of Nathan Petrelli. Personally, it wasn’t that traumatic for me because I got to pay Nathan some proper respects…but West is still bothered by it. I’m wondering if he saw the security images? Oh geez louise that would be just as bad as that time I got my hand stuck in the toaster and blew out the power in Manhattan. Not a good time…

Oh yeah, so I needed a break as did my boy toy, so we grabbed our swimmies and he flew me here to Hawaii. Swiping Dad’s gold card came in way handy. That was until I’m strutting through the lobby and see my dad walk by…in a speedo. I nearly fainted in horror. Though lucky for me, logic came in and I shoved West behind a suitcase carrier thing and put on my best daddy greeting grin.

“Elle!” He gasped, throwing a towel around himself (thank you, thank you whatever almighty presence is up there).

“Daddy!”

“Young lady, I swore you were grounded. This is unacceptable, Elle.”

“Oh, I…just wanted to make you proud and hunt down some pesky people with powers. I heard Sylar likes to vacation here. Thought I would investigate?” Then I got that weird feeling I get where I swear I was some sort of a detective in another life…

Oh, whatevs. I was curious to know exactly why my Dad was there too. “Wait, why are you here?”

“I…love Poi?” Daddy shrugged.

Oh God, is he dating? Is he trying to pick up chicks? MEN? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? I batted my eyelashes and gave my best ‘little princess’ smile.

“Oh. I bet you’re here for the spam festival too,” I beamed.

“Right! Spam! Yes, Elle,” he nodded.

“Well. You have fun there, Daddy,” I grinned.

“Don’t disappoint me, Elle,” he snapped back.

We glared at each other for a moment before he finally took off out the doors to the beach.

Ugh. Can you imagine? I’m trying to get away from my Dad and I come across him there in the very same hotel I just booked? Ew. Whats the creepiest is how…calm he was and how he didn’t have the Haitian pop out of somewhere and erase my memories. Wait…I can’t rememeber…nevermind.

So, last thing I remember is West singing Karaoke for me at
the SECOND hotel we booked much farther down the beach.
He sang Mr. Roboto for me. It was pretty cute, and kinda embarrassing but his geekiness is what really gets my engine burning and the sparks flying. Yowza! So after a quick run up to our hotel room and a quick game of Transformers tag as we’ve called it lately we found ourselves on the beach in the warm sand staring out at the pretty blue ocean.

*sigh* Seriously. I’d seen stuff like this on TV all the time but there was no smoke monster or polar bears, so it really made things kinda mushy and cute! West held my hand and I zapped him one for no real reason other then I quite like it and then we kissed as the sun went down.

Tomorrow he’s taking me for a flight over Diamond head! I told him to wait until after Maury was over. Its one of those baby momma drama episodes. I love those!

You know you love me,
xoxo.