Thursday morning, I went to work bright and early, then headed to the airport at 1pm. Our flight left at 2:30, but we sat around on the tarmac for an hour because apparently the plane was fatter than expected, due to some overbooking and general poor planning on the part of Northwest Airlines, as is their tradition. I set to work on my sweater, and found myself with a fully complete body by the time we arrived in Honolulu 8 hours later.
We landed at 7, which was midnight for us. We did not get lei’d, although the people with limos awaiting them did, the jerks. We took a long shuttle ride to our hotel in Waikiki, and found ourselves in a gigantic, very cold suite.
We ordered pizza and went to bed around 9:30, although we were so exhausted from the long day that we stayed up for another hour giggling hysterically, and finally passed out.