I'm sure you've seen them, those incredibly lewd sleeveless tanks that tourists bring back from tropical destinations, the ones prominently featuring scantily dressed women and maybe a beer or two, shirts that proclaim "I was on vacation while you were wearing a suit to the office you poor thing". My roommate decided that, since we were doing spring break in Hawaii, we had to have some. How this would be interpreted - four relatively feminist female Berkeley students sporting sexist men's tanks - we did not consider, and the quest began.
We struck out at a tourist stand and an ABC store near the condo, so we paid $2 (exact change only) to catch the bus to Lahaina. We strolled down the main tourist drag, hopefully stopping off at each T-shirt store. Our challenge was in finding the right size and a tank that was scandalous without being downright disgusting. We were also distracted in our efforts by the beautiful Banyan tree in the center of town and by the seductively azur ocean off to the west. We stopped to watch the black, grey and silver crabs scuttling along the rocks at the water's edge but managed to resist the lure of Hawaiian shaved ice. We were on a Quest; no time for dilly-dallying.
Finally, all distractions aside, we achieved success. "Where are you going to wear these?", you might ask. The answer, my friends, is everywhere.
Celebrate Maui-style with a Pb & J in the Pacific.
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