In a few hours I’ll be trudging through security at the Memphis airport, hoping that all the crap in my purse is considered non-terroristic and whatnot. And several jetlagged hours after that, I’ll be in lovely Hawaii, where I will proceed to seek out a pineapple-dipped hot dog and a bed for a massive nap.
I don’t know if I’ll have any internet access (or, if I do, if I’ll even feel like using it), so my backup plan if not is to Twitter from my phone if the mood strikes me. If you’re bored, or drunk, or stupid, check for mini updates here.
Last night my grandmother summoned me to her house and together we looked at the scrapbook she made after her first trip to Hawaii in 1977. The photos were all faded and square-shaped, but still, the state’s beauty was unmistakable. Also, lapels in 1977 were out of hand! And everyone was a walking shrine to polyester. There were a few newspaper clippings containing photos of Waikiki Beach from a couple of decades apart, and the growth up to 1977 was insane. I can’t even imagine what the place looks like now.
Soon enough, I won’t have to imagine, I suppose.
YAAY! I hope you have an incredible trip. As if I have to hope.
Have fun!
I am so jealous! Have so much fun that you burst!
hope you’re having a fantabulous time in hawaii!!!!