Airports, line-ups, and screaming babies...

Day one of travel. Well, technically, day 2... okay, let me backtrack... day one was the longest travel day EVER in the history of travel days. Mom and I were in a cab at 7am to the Toronto International Airport. 18 hours later, we had gin & tonics in hand in our Honolulu hotel room. We had decided to stay the night in Honolulu instead of continuing on in one day to Kauai (our final destination) in the hopes of lessening the travelness of the trip. However, as I am about to tell you, it didn't. Boo.

It turns out that my mom has swiss cheese in place of her brain. I mean that lovingly, as I come by this swiss-cheese brain genetically... She got so excited about getting to Kauai, that she mistakenly booked our flight out of Honolulu for YESTERDAY morning, before we even got there. So, when we got to the check-in counter, we did not exist. They had no bookings for us. It was very confusing. In fact, when my mom put her credit card into the self-check-in computer, it spit out a boarding pass for an Arthur Watson. WHAT? So, two lines later, we were in a line-up to purchase tickets for ANOTHER flight to Kauai. You have to understand that there was only 2 EMPLOYEES servicing 16 frickin' desks. Seriously, running back and forth like little Hawaiian Air chickens. Screaming babies, annoyed tourists, a southern woman with a story worse than ours who miraculously was still smiling, and 3 line-ups later, we had tickets in hand (first-class I might add, for a 37 minute flight)

Here is a pic of me typing the beginning of this blog posting at the Airport Starbucks, where we loitered for many hours before the bar opened. Before we could officially check-in (read: line-up numbers 4 & 5).

Yay for Frappaccinos and Chai Lattes and ridiculously long book-club books.

Also yay for 2 airport bars where we had our first frothy bevvies of our vacay and greatly over-stayed our welcome

Then the 8 minute trip from the airport to the house we are staying in, took an hour, because we were driving in the dark and had no clue where we were going, and got a little lost. *sigh*. We are here in the house now. The vacation has officially started. I anticipate the next blog posting to be far more 'sunshine, lollipops and rainbows' possibly gin-induced-euphoria... and far less aggravation, bad customer-service, and long line-ups.