All good things must end. What asshole said that first? Hunt him down, string him up.
It’s 745am and I have been awake an hour. Up for 30 mins. Not dressed, still in my beautiful kimono robe. I am rockin this thing. I managed to get the food ready to cook for breakfast and only need some buy in from the others who are cleaning, packing, and walking around. I am showered. I am packed. My travel clothes are hanging in the closet for me. If Col Potter screamed “bug out!” I would be out in under five minutes. But with this group, I would lead the way out every time.
So I am drinking coffee, ate some banana bread, cleaned up a little out here and I wait for the others. And I wait. Good thing my life does not depend on eating a timely breakfast.
Ten minutes later. Drinking more coffee. What the hell do these people have to do? Just to get ready. I think everyone needs basic training when they hit 18 just to understand some of the basics on life. Like how to get your shit together. And get moving. I learned it well from my father. Get ready the night before. All the way. Then the next morning you are ready and everyone else will look slow and clumsy. And I shine. People here are looking slow and clumsy and wandering around the room. I have time to drink coffee and blog. I got my shit together. One of the few things I do well.
I hate to beat a dead horse but this is taking to fucking long. Wait, Emily just popped out. Time to start the steak. I am gonna push this along. I am way past ready for breakfast.
Our travel partners are not the best at readying themselves to go. Which is obvious when you watch them. And, for more fun, they are having an argument about what? Packing. Who did what and how well etc etc. shut the fuck up.
Break time. Steak and eggs are ready. A fine protein packed meal that is quite tasty. The purchases we made at Costco were very helpful in keeping us out of the local eatery’s. Save lots of cash. The last of the steak and eggs was now. Whatever leftover food we had, Renee packed up and put in her suitcase. She packed everything that was in the fridge. She rebooked the booze into water bottles. Nothing went to waste. Even the waste. She is crazy. They are going on to Kauai for four more days and I hope she does not take the food home after that.
The drive to the airport is about an hour. We left the hotel at 930 for a 1230 flight. Plenty of time. The weather is cool and rainy today so we won’t be missing anything.
First stop gas station at Costco. Gas is cheaper than California by a buck a gallon. Seems wrong. Bob had wanted to go to the swap meet but we really ran out of time.
Airport was busy. I guess everyone else leaves on Saturday. The only excitement we had was the security line. Some stupid cow, and her entourage, plugged up the line. She had so many pieces of luggage I could not figure out how she was getting it on the plane. Has tow infants, twins, and the big stroller to with it. I would tell you she literally unpacked her bags into the security trays. What a mess. Finally some TSA minion cane along and put us in another line. He claimed faster. Fuck no. Worlds shortest security lines take 45 minutes.
We got through and all the way to the gates. Sat around and chatted a few, said our goodbyes and headed to our respective planes. End of trip. Oh well.
Our trip home was really great by almost standards. We flew on Hawaiian Air. We received a free meal, free cocktail, and the staff is friendly and helpful. Why is it only the Hawaiian airline that is awesome? Don’t know.
We landed at 945 pm and it was 44 degrees outside. Half of Hawaii. Welcome home!! We took a shuttle to the economy parking, picked up our car and made the short trip home.
The house was a disaster. Marika had been watching the dogs and cats and she is messy and unable to clean up after herself. She also left her cat with us. I guess that’s payback for her watching ours. Emily says we will need to clean house tomorrow. The
We went to bed pretty soon after we got home. The no surprise there, long day. Have lots stil to do tomorrow.