Ok, here's the skinny.
We left last Saturday. I forgot my contact lens case, which was a big mistake because non of the hundreds of shops in Alanta and Los Angeles airports sale contact len cases. So, I couldn't nap the entire airplane ride cuz when I sleep in my contacts, they act like glue when I wake up.
Then on the flight, the stupid flight attendent gave away my special order vegetarian meal to the guy sitting across from me. Nevermind that they asked me twice if I was the one getting the meal, yes, I was Virginia Fields, seated in seat 24D. The flight attendant said she was sorry, she forgot that D was in the middle section, not the outside section. And then the guy that took my meal was like, oh, I ordered a special meal too... a low fat meal. Who the FAFHJKASHF orders a low fat meal on an airplane? All the food is already cardboard anyway!!! They don't even exist! Kosher, vegetarian, low salt... but low fat!??! It's not like the airlines are in the habit of handing out sticks of butter. Anyway, I had to seat and watch said jackass eat my dinner and he didn't even say he was sorry. Alas, Jeremy said that is was all miscommunicatiom and maybe he wasn't a jackass. But my conclusion was confirmed when we got off the plane and went our separate ways only to find myself at the baggage pickup turnstyle thingy only to find Mr. Jackass who stole my dinner
squeezing himself into the 6 inches inbetween me and the turnbelt to stand DIRECTLY in front of me. Jeremy literally had to hold me back. Jackass finally ran off to stand in front of other people who where waiting in front of their little section of the turn belt, patiently waiting for their luggage. Alas, people are jackasses.
So, we get our luggage without further problems and headed to the avis bus to get our rental car. It was 9 pm Hawaiian time, so 2 in the morning KY time, so with no dinner, no naps, and a jackass to top it off, I wasn't a happy camper. Then the Avis bus drives past us and we end up running down airport pick up stretch trying to catch it. Of course, it doesn't stop. By this time, I expect Chevy Chase to jump out at any moment and tell us that we were in a new made for tv movie.
We finally get to the hotel after being lost for an hour, driving away downtown Wikiki. Find out we have to pay over $100 to park at the hotel garage for the week. I go to bed sad.
Sunday, we wake up and even though it is 6 is the morning, our bodies think it's 11. So, we head out walking to find a resturant. One would think that miles and miles of shops and there would be a place to find breakfast. not so much. We walked about a mile when it started to rain. Finally we stopped and ate at other hotel's resturant just so we could get out of the rain (although we were already soaking wet). When we get back to our hotel, we realized that if we had turned left, instead of right when we started walking, we would have ran into 10 or so places to eat breakfast.
So, for lunch, we decided a different approach. We would head out of town and find a place to eat away from downtown so we would have to pay for parking. One would think that somewhere outside of downtown Honololo, there would be places to eat lunch. not so much. an hour later, we finally find a place, in a place two towns over. They still where charging for parking.
More to come on a later addition of "why hawaii isn't too hot", including pictures.