Hawaii, Part Two: or, I Will Most Certainly Toss Your Ass In The Volcano
I booked our hotel in Honolulu with "partial ocean view" because, well, why the fuck not. They put us on the 26th floor, and HDH (I learned) isn't a big fan of heights. Together almost seven years, and I just learned this!
One day, HDH took the Bug to see the Pacific Air Museum. I was going to have some time to myself to do some lounging by the pool and shopping. An hour or so later, they reappear in the hotel room. Turns out, parking wasn't good at all and they couldn't find anywhere to put the car hereby causing a rant about public parking, the government, and few other things by my husband. (I did get some clothes, though, at a cool boutique. Suh-weet)
Because the museum that day didn't pan out, we hit the pool:
And I got burned, but at least I got burned in Hawaii.
Over the next few days, we had some fun dinners, went back to the museum (Pearl Harbor) and got parking (amazingly). During the museum tour, we had to ride a bus over to Ford Island. The bus driver said something inappropriate about how he'd better be careful driving over the bridge or he'd be underwater with the sailors. Hi, inappropriate much?? Idiot.
We also went to the Polynesian Resort one afternoon. HDH and I fought. A lot. All the way there. Started out about pulling over for directions, ended up with a whole helluva lot worse. Yay for vacations.
We came home bright and early the next day. On one flight, had the chance to see/talk to Harvey Keitel sitting in First Class. We came home, and I was never so happy in my life to see my own bed, and not live out of a suitcase anymore.
The end.
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