"So I guess you can't go too wild with all those studio suits around, right?" I ask.
"Are you kidding me?" he laughs. "They're the ones leading it! They're crazy. There are no shirts and ties there. It's really loose and relaxed and everybody has a blast."
Merrymaking aside, when I begin quizzing James about the site of the event, I quickly realize that the Hawaiian capital is one subject he could stand to buff up on.
When I ask him for specifics about what he does and where he goes there, the bravado fades and he goes into the all-too-familiar "I can't quite remember" or "I'll get you the names later." He remembers things, sure, but in fragments, like a restaurant whose food he loved but whose name - "two guy's names" - he can't recall. But while some stars would merely say "You look it up," Kevin James wants to participate. "I'd love to talk to you after I win the golf tournament this week," he says. "I can give you so much more information when I'm there. I just want to be right on this stuff."
So we strike a deal: He'll call me from Hawaii as his vacation progresses. That way, I tell him, our readers can truly experience Honolulu with Kevin James. "Call anytime, day or night," I say. "I stay up late and get up early."
Friday, 2:34 a.m.
Mark, hey, it's Kevin James. How are you? I just finished a lovely dinner at Hoku's, which is in the Kahala Mandarin Oriental hotel, after playing 27 holes of golf today. I walked 27 holes and we won the tournament, my friend, which means I won a ukulele. Seriously, that's what first prize was. Second prize was a clock. No, third place was a clock, and second place was a salad bowl. But I won first place, a ukulele. Take that to the bank. [He strums the strings.] See, that's my ukulele. I'll be in touch a little later and give you more information. Oh, I found some Hawaiian music. They gave me a CD. It's called Makaha Sons of Ni'Ihua.
Uh, ah, let me grab a pen and get the spelling of that …
More to come.