"He failed the snatch, so he's on to the clean and jerk."

I dropped off Jessica at work, then read the morning paper and had the morning coffee at a Starbucks.

Come 11am, I picked up my friend from the airport who's in town for a nice relaxing vacation, and we head into the downtown area to run some errands. He was feeling a wee bit nostalgic (he used to work less than a block where I used to work downtown) and ate at a supposedly famous (in downtown circles at least) eatery, Mr. Frypan, on Alakea St. I've probably passed the place a million times during lunch time in the past, and somehow I've never gathered enough courage to actually go in there. But my friend said he used to eat there more times than he cared to admit, so in we went. I had the chicken katsu curry plate with rice and it was delicious.

My out-of-town friend was going to stay with another friend of ours, so after dropping him off at my other friend's place, I headed over to Hawaii Public Radio to meet with the news director so we could go over my news piece (a draft of which I had finished just last night).

I spent a good three hours there at the station as the news director helped ply my gibberish into something remotely listenable, and her immense help and expertise yielded what I thought was a halfway decent story. It's about 90% done, so the next step is to voice my parts sometime tomorrow morning and put the piece together and have an actual radio news story complete for broadcast (hopefully).

I got done at public radio just in time to pick Jessica up from work, and we ended up hanging out at my friend's house (where my out-of-town friend is staying) until a few of our other friends converged there a little later so we could all grab a bite to eat. We ended up eating at a nearby Zippy's, got some foodstuffs and desert at a Safeway afterwards, and went back to my friend's house to watch some of the Olympics on TV. At some point I dozed off, only to be rudely awaken to one of my friends yelling, "Wow! It's a 200-pound snatch!" Of course, something that loud and outrageous will catch anybody's attention (even one in my napping state) so as I awoke, I wondered "What the heck is he talking about?"

I realized my friends were still watching the Olympics. It turned out that the heavyweight weightlifting competition was on and that there are two different techniques in the event: the "snatch" and the "clean and jerk." My friend was simply remarking at the weight of a certain weightlifter's "snatch" as he revelled in the statement's double meaning. And I swear, one of the announcers actually said the title of this post. To which another friend slyly remarked: "That explains my college years."

Finally, here's something fun: try typing in "snatch" in the search field found atop the nbcolympics.com website. The result? A page that starts off with: "You've entered a search item that is likely to contain adult content..."