Back in June I asked you to tell me about your vacation plans in a post about summer because I had none. I’m not kidding you when I say within one week of writing that post my husband came home and announced we were going to Hawaii! Ummmmm. …ok how? We looked into before but we simply did not have enough reward miles. Hmmm wait.. when re we going? Did he know I had bought tickets to BlogHer in NYC? Uh oh. What about my Duran Duran tickets? I sold the conference pass in minutes the Duran Duran tickets remained unclaimed at will call. My better half figured I step off that red eye home and drive straight to the concert. Uh yeah no I’m not that girl anymore. It didn’t matter I was going to Maui, we hadn’t visited the islands since 2006. Maui even longer. Did I ever tell you Dr. G and I eloped to Maui? Its a very special place to us.
A few weeks later we were at my sisters house telling them about our upcoming trip. I was quick to point out that our last trip (with them) to Boston didn’t count because Dr.G was there all of 72 hours. Did I ever tell you about that fiasco? I really should. I’ll just share this nugget, don’t pop an Ambien on a 5 and a half hour flight unless you want to practically have to carry your partner off the airplane. The one thing I remember telling my sister Leslie about the trip was that I only had ONE THING on the agenda and that was to have our family photographed and that I had booked my favorite Maui photographer Kellie Hatcher. No zip line, no helicopter ride, no Road to Hana, no catamaran cruise all I want is our first vacation DOCUMENTED by someone other than me. I got my wish.
You know what happened that same afternoon. If you need to catch up go read about Lily and the day that changed us forever. Despite the brutally draining and painful weeks that followed our family encouraged us to keep with the plan and make the trip. Somehow we managed to leave the hospital surroundings for one glorious and fleeting week of swimming, snorkeling and sandy suits.
I never made one list, one reservation or bought one thing for this trip. My sister reminded me you don’t need much for Hawaii, you just have to get yourself there. The night before I threw a bunch of bathing suits, which I later discovered were tops only, and called it a day. I didn’t even inspect the kids bags, now that my friends is risky, Lord knows we could have ended up buying duplicate clothing and at current Hawaii prices that could have rivaled the cost of our hotel. We pulled it together and made it to LAX with all the weekday travelers only to be faced with our first roadblock, a power outage. No electricity means no displays, no computers, no power to aircraft at gates and our crew was stuck on the other side of the TSA screening. Essentially we were grounded all 400 of us bound for Kahului. I shrugged it off and started working on my next instagram photo. My mom text me there was a huge accident down the road on Century Blvd. and that’s why we probably were stuck. People were beginning to freak not because we were delayed but because the charging stations were dead (the horror). We sat and waited. Hard to get to Hawaii without a crew. I was hoping by the time we took off we’d get a complimentary Mai Tai out of it. Come to find out they don’t serve cocktails like that anymore, except maybe in first class. I settled for the usual a Coke and a smile. Bon Voyage.
My daughter was so excited about going to “coconuts” she balled herself up in between us, grabbed her tummy and howled for the first hour. I thought I had it bad until I looked across the aisle and noticed the woman seated next with my husband rocking herself. She was in a full blown panic repeatedly crossing herself oblivious to her toddler trying to pry off the plastic window shade. My husband leaned across the aisle and whispered “I think she’s weeping what do I do?” I told him TALK TO HER!!! He peered over his sunglasses. He’s not one for small talk with seat mates. He is that passenger that will wear sunglasses the entire flight unless its a red eye and then its an eye mask, even during landing. It’s not you it’s just him. I passed over a bag of snacks for her daughter, a few minutes later I heard the woman quietly laugh, he’s good at diffusing with humor. He seemed quite pleased with himself until she started making way for the bathroom every 15 minutes, she kept pointing to the daughter, ‘bad tummy.’ Sure. I offered her Tums and placed my headphones back on to drown out my snoring daughter. One hour down four and a half to go.
We sailed into Maui riding the local trade winds on approach. Fun for my flight-simulator-loving teen but discombobulating for his sister. She deplaned very quickly clutching her wings pin and the dreaded white bag. I’ll admit I didn’t feel too hot either. Instead of a lei I was greeted with a case of vertigo that lasted the entire trip. Don’t worry nothing a little macadamia nuts and a Mai Tai can’t cure.
It’s been about 10 days since we’ve been back and I still haven’t touched my photos, I think I took 1000 on my iPhone, which I shortly after killed it when it fell out of my pocket and into our pool. If you are a regular reader then you know my luck with iPhones. I’m on my third this year. I also took lots of Polaroids (I took 5 instant cameras) and I already uploaded some of them for ‘Roid Week last week on Flickr. Check them out a couple of them came out really nicely thanks to some color colored frame film. I hope you enjoy the last few weeks of summer and if you are in that part of the country who went back this week then enjoy your solace! I can’t wait to get mine back so I can catch up with you all.