Friday, June 15th, 2007
Notes from a vacationing Rhi
I found just now in my busy bag (yes, I am a 3 year old and must bring a bag with things to do with me everywhere I go) that I wrote to myself the day we got into Hawaii containing things that I did NOT want to forget for the purposes of this here blog.
This note, on a hotel notepad, says:
- Mai Tai’s on plane
- Free wine
- Plane smelled farty
- Hilarious people at live music
You still love me even though I am a total nerd, right?
Let me explain:
When we first got onto the plane (we flew first class) we were offered Mai Tai’s before we even sat down. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this.
Secondly, on the plane, the audio system was not working, thus, no movie. This did not break my heart in the least. The movie was The Astronaut Farmer. I am allergic to Billy Bob, so in an effort not to break out into a hideous rash on the plane, I wasn’t going to partake. Anyway, to make up for this “inconvenience,” the flight attendant gave us a bottle of wine (and every other couple in first class). She said it would have been champagne, which is what I was drinking, but me and the lady sitting in front of me had already cleaned them clear out.
And, the plane DID smell farty. But, let me clear this up. My seat (the aisle seat, I CANNOT tolerate sitting near the window and having someone (even my beloved) lean over me to look out the window) was fine. But, before we were getting ready to land, Zane went potty and when he came back, we thought it easier that I just move over rather than him climb over me. BTW – he still did lean over me during landing which I tolerated. Anyway, from that seat 12 inches away, the smell of fartiness was out of control. I came to the conclusion that someone must have been wearing an adult diaper and they had just, um, made use of it.
And, lastly, when we got to our hotel and checked in, we went down to the pool bar/restaurant to have some drinks and listen to the lovely Hawaiian Band they had down there. Anyway, these local, elderly people showed up, rearranged many tables, ordered a round of Miller Lites ON ICE and some onion rings. They just cracked me the hell up. The best was the flaming gay 70 year old wearing print hot pink pants with rhinestone sunglasses who was the most dainty onion ring eater I have ever seen.
But, really, Miller Lite on ice?
