A while back J and I rented and watched the movie "Wet Hot American Summer." I'd somehow missed out on the MTV comedy series "The State" as a teenager in the 90s (the kind of crucial lacking in my sketch comedy education that, upon telling people this fact, they'd usually say something along the lines of "WHAT?! You've never seen 'The State'??? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM??") and learned that the very same geniuses who created that show were responsible for "Wet Hot American Summer," which by the way, quickly became just about my favorite movie. And that's really something. I'm not saying I'm some well-known comedy critic or anything - in fact, just the opposite. I often don't quite get it when the general population finds something totally hysterical. One problem is - and I'm not proud of this - I'm not that into fart jokes or potty humor. I know my admitting to that probably means I'm going to be labeled as a snobby, sad, old prude, but it's the truth.

The thing is when I do find something, some show or movie or person, I think is funny, I usually latch on with fervent intensity that results in my becoming, well, borderline obsessed. Like when I first saw the British version of the show "The Office" (which came out before the American version and was basically produced by the same people and, if you haven't seen it, please, please rent it immediately, you won't regret it, I swear) I immediately declared it was the best, funniest show I'd ever seen and proceeded to watch all the episodes about 3,000 times, over and over again. I'm mildly exaggerating. Mildly.

Anyway, after I'd watched "Wet Hot American Summer" a bunch of times, J decided I should see some of the episodes of "The State" especially because you can now download the first season on iTunes. So I did, and guess what? I loved "The State" too!

Next we rented all the episodes of this show called "Stella," a short-lived Comedy Central series that was on a while ago, starring Michael Ian Black, Michael Showalter and David Wain, who were all involved in both projects mentioned above. And now we're watching "The Michael Showalter Showalter," which you can find on collegehumor.com.

There's no turning back now. I find everything these guys do hilarious and will probably be telling everyone I talk to over the next few weeks that they'd better check them out. Because there's nothing like someone telling you to watch something they think is funny, and then for emphasis, reenacting certain scenes for you, and then laughing really hard while you look on with a confused look on your face. So to avoid this situation, just watch it all. Trust me.

As those regular readers amongst you know. Wednesday I returned from a week long trip to Hawaii - a vacation planned because my friends Lisa and Eitan were getting married there - and a vacation long awaited because the rest of us, oh, somewhere around January, started talking about how AMAZING and GREAT and FUN and MEMORABLE it was going to be for the group of us (friends since high school) to spend a week HAWAII! An island chain with beautiful beaches and views and leis and Mai Tais! And honestly, I could stop writing the blog post right here, because you know exactly what happened: We had an amazing, great, fun time. I'd be more creative in my choice of descriptive words, but that's truly how it went down. Hawaii is this incredible place, as anyone who has been there knows. Not only are the people who live there very kind and welcoming, and not only is there a ton of fun stuff to do, but there are palm trees and views of the bright, blue ocean everywhere you look.

I mean, if you want me to go on and on about how great it was and all, I will, but suffice it to say that I had a fantastic vacation. And I can't wait to go back to Hawaii someday.

Here are a few pictures that tell the story much better than I ever could.

A few of us girls spent our first few days of the vacation on the North Shore of Oahu, where we rented a house. And oh yeah, we also rented this:

That's right, a totally sweet Mustang convertible. Have you ever tried to fit five people in a Mustang convertible? With all their luggage? Yeah. Maybe it wasn't the most practical choice, but believe me, it was worth it, especially when I was able to take pictures like this from the backseat while we were cruising around town:

Our days on the North Shore were pretty chill, and mostly consisted of waking up, eating lots of pineapple, putting on lots of sunscreen and heading to the beach where we'd go swimming and snorkeling. We also hiked to and sat underneath a waterfall one afternoon.

And by the way, the beach looked like this:

I know. Poor us, right?

Our next stop was Kauai. That was where the wedding took place and where, would you believe it, we had even MORE fun.

That, for instance, is a picture of me and my friend Cate trying to surf. The two of us, along with our friend Jennifer, took a surfing lesson one morning and actually got up on the boards for entire seconds at a time! There are no pictures documenting us standing up on the boards, but believe me, we did it. And it felt incredible. What didn't feel so incredible was when I wiped out right at the shoreline, with the board going in between my legs, falling frontwards, then backwards, then having the waves wash over me and my face in the sand. But whatever. You've got to sacrifice if you want to be a righteous surfer. Thankfully, there are no pictures of me falling down, either.

Another adventure was a hike we took on the Na Pali coast on the northern shore of Kauai. I could try and explain what a gorgeous place this was, but pictures should do the trick:

Those are a few of the things we did on our vacation, and if you'd like to plan your own trip, check out this awesome guide from Your RV Lifestyle about the 100 best things to do in Hawaii.

But the activities we chose don't even really begin to explain it. We lounged around the pool, we ate shaved ice and macadamia nut ice cream, we tried in vain to snap pictures of huge sea turtles stick their head up out of the waves, we talked and talked around the dinner table, we took tequila shots and crashed a birthday party, we sang and danced and tried to do the hula, we ate pig at a luau and shrimp from a shrimp truck, we read gossip magazines and, of course, we went to a wedding, the reason we all were there.

I met with stark reality the day after my friend Abby and I boarded the plane to come home, when, following an all-night flight from Honolulu to Newark, I was forced to wait an extra couple of hours for my one final flight home to Raleigh. I was tired, and unshowered, and totally not on a beautiful island anymore. I was, instead, in an airport in New Jersey.

While I waited there at the gate as they kept pushing my flight back another ten minutes over and over again, a little boy, barely two-years-old, came over to chat with me in nonsense, baby words and I smiled at his mother and said it was perfect, "about all I could handle after the nine-hour flight" I'd just had. "Nine hour flight?!" she said. "That's so long! Where did you go?" And then I realized that whining was absolutely out of the question and I told her, "Well, I just came back from Hawaii where I spent a week with all my best friends. So I really can't complain."

Michael Showalter and other people I love this week

Regarding Hawaii (My very obvious answer to the question: "How was your vacation?")