Welp, going to the Hilton for libations and heartfelt conversations seemed like a genius idea last night.
No one planned to stumble back late, lock the keys in the truck, and toss and turn all night. But here we are. Alarms started going off at 4 am. I was asking myself "what is even happening here?" Speed of the day is "turtle."
For the first time ever, I was up before Ricky. Mic drop.
Imagine my shock when looking in the mirror to realize I had a Freida Khalo-esque unibrow at 4 am. Thank goodness it was only a shadow caused by the bathroom lighting. I did a double take!
We made it down to catch the shuttle by 5, and scored a stash of breakfast bars for munching later. More coffee please.
We literally stumbled our way through check in and we were grateful Ricky had some assistance from check in to our gate.
Following tradition, we had Earl Campbell's airport tacos for breakfast.
Our flight went as planned with no untoward incidents. (Thank goodness! All the bad press about Boeing planes gave me a few small jitters when we got on the 737Max.)
We hadn't been in the Honolulu airport in a few years, and I had forgotten how busy it is. We were again grateful Ricky had arranged for assistance for the long walk from our gate to baggage claim.
First sunset on Turtle Bay, taken from a window. I'll be finding the ideal viewing spot tomorrow night! 🤙
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