After three-plus days of traveling, an unexpected detour to a San Fransisco hospital with an unconcious grandmother, Harry and I are finally home. Hawaii was gorgeous and we did little more than shop, beach hop and eat like our stomachs were bottomless pits, which, of course, is my ideal vacation!
Here is just a small excerpt from our trip, but don't worry, I've kept a journal detailing funny incidents from the islands!
"Oh, you want another soda?" the tiny Asian waitress asked Harry. She smiled at us and we, being born of good manners, smiled back. That's where the friendliness ended. "You drink too much soda," she began. "I had a customer, he drink too much soda. Ten in one day, and I tell him 'you drink too much soda' and he did and I had a brother, he drink too much soda and he had his - what you call them - eye bags? He had eye bags removed and they no heal. A year later, they no heal so I told him - you drink too much soda - he diabetic."
Uh - wha?
Harry stared at her with a frozen smile plastered on his expression. I continued to nod at appropriate times and pointedly took large gulps of my sugar-laden drink while the petite woman lectured my diet soda drinking husband about the dangers of diabetes.
"Yeah, well, it's a good thing he drinks diet!" I said loudly, to no avail as she continued on her never-ending tirade.
Finally, she wandered off, still muttering "too much soda... diabetic!"
Harry looked at me and I looked at him, one thought simultaneously ringing from our collective minds : WTF???
It became a catchphrase for the rest of the vacation : "You drink too much soda, you become diabetic!"
On less funny news, Harry's grandmother did faint while our plane began to depart from the terminal. She was fine, but we still had to be careful with her as we tried to get flights back to our home, which, surprisingly, not many planes want to willingly fly to Huntington, WV.
And, to load on some more bad news, Phoebe, the perpetually pissed-off Himalayan who enjoys such activities such as sleeping on my head and sneezing in my face in the wee hours of the morning is sick again. The vet doesn't seem to think that she'll come back from this bought of sickness. We are to keep her comfy and make sure to squirt more ooey gooey medicine down her throat once a day which leads to her drooling like Hooch from "Turner and Hooch."
Here is a slideshow of the few pictures I took (don't worry - Harry took OOOOOODLES!):