And We’re Off- July 22, 2009

Before I went to bed, I asked Mom what time we were leaving the next morning. She told me that we had to leave at 7am, so I set my alarm for 6am. But this morning Mom came in and says, “it’s a quarter to 6, we leave in an hour.” Alright, so I got up, but I was ready in like 15 minutes- what was there for me to do? I was packed, and had my outfit lined up already. So I was ready to leave early… well, it’s better than being ready late.

Hawaiian airlines is losing so much business that they no longer have a counter, they have three kiosks and a funny old lady who stands there in a moo-moo and lei. That threw Dad off, he got worried that Dana dropped us off in the wrong area. We got all checked in with no problem and headed to the gate. We had some time to wait, so again, it’s better early than late, but sometimes early is just annoying.

It was a 5 ½ hour flight, but it went by surprisingly fast. It felt faster than the 4 hour flight to Florida, but I’m sure that watching 2 movies helped with that. Yeah, I’m not sad at all that I never saw Monsters vs. Aliens when it was out in the theater. That was the in flight movie and it was a good way to waste some time, but it really was not a good movie. Jumper, however, the movie I watched on Mom’s player, was much better than I had expected. I’d heard that it wasn’t a good movie, but it seems that when I hear that, when I finally see it, I end up enjoying it. It’s probably because I lower my expectations because other people tell me it’s bad and so when it’s not completely horrible, it turns out to exceed my expectations.

Anyway, who really cares about the flight, right? Good point. So we showed up on Oahu and had a short layover before taking a quick island hopper plane to Maui. Unfortunately our plane was late and so we didn’t get to Maui as soon as we would have liked. And it’s not like we were at a good gate with a nice view out the window; nope, we were on one of the out skirt ones that looked out over walkways and dryness. We finally got on the plane and that flight was super short. I think Dad said it was 40 minutes, but it felt like we went up and were coming right back down.

First things first, we got our car. Second things second, we went grocery shopping. Third things third, we went to our condo. At first I was super not excited because the building did not look like its picture. It’s more run down and less dazzling than the pictures showed. But, then we actually got into our condo and saw the view. Holy frick! The view is SO insanely gorgeous. The pictures of it won’t do it justice, I promise! After making dinner, we went for a walk along the beach and did a little looking around at the shopping area right by the condo.
Goodness gracious. I went into a dress shop because I’m looking for some more cute summer dresses. I just bought one and I think dresses are fun and I want to add some more to my closet. Walking past the store, I saw a green one on display that I wanted to try on. I went in and the lady told me that she only had two left of those. She asked me what size I was and held up the medium. I told her I probably needed the large and she really didn’t believe me. The other one hanging up was a small, so it was lucky that the one on display was a large. I tried it on and she finally understood why I needed a large. She pulled out some other dresses and was telling my Mom that I needed a large because my boobs were so big. I’m not kidding, she would not stop mentioning how large I was. It was slightly awkward, especially when she kept talking even when there was another customer in there. Oh, and she kept on telling me that I didn’t need to be wearing a bra with the dresses I was trying on. I told her that I understood, but that I didn’t want to try it on without a bra. So what does she do? She keeps pulling down my bra straps as soon as I walked out of the changing room. Oh goodness. And she was pushy. She kept giving me dresses to try on, which was fine, they were cute, but then she asked Mom which dress she liked the most and then took it up to the register. Um, hi… for one, it’s my choice, it’s my dress, and two, I had no idea how much the dresses were. The black one that Mom liked was $67, and she said she would give it to me for $58. The green one I liked was $43, but she’d give it to me for $40. When I told her I didn’t want the black one for $58 she kept telling me that that was as low as she could go and it was a really good price. Well, good for her, I didn’t want that one, I don’t care if she can’t go lower, I don’t want it. And when I told her I didn’t have my wallet with me and that I’d have to come back and look at the green one again, I thought her glare was going to set me on fire. I really like the dress, but now I’m scared to go back… and I’m not super excited to spend $40 on a dress when the last summer dress I got was only $18.

So that was day one. After shopping Mom and Dad went to jump in the pool while I showered. I should be in bed already because I’ve been up for a while, but I had to make sure I wrote (and writing is going a little slowly because Mom’s watching “So You Think You Can Dance” and I get easily distracted.