So before I forget all the shit we did over in Hawaii, I’ll try to dump everything I remember while we were over there.

Day 1

So we (I) purposely didn’t sleep until our flight so I could sleep on that long ass plane ride (5.5 hr flight). We head on over to Kent so Myra’s Mom could drive us over to the airport. Our flight on NWA boarded at 8:45am and we get there at exactly 7:50am. As we check in our bags we’re told our flight is delayed until 1pm. WTH? So miss “clicky-clak keyboard” doesn’t say a thing until she hands us our boarding passes on Hawaiian Airlines. Sweet but because all the peeps from our NWA flight had to be moved, Hawaiian had to add more fuel which delayed us an hr before we were able to take off. Flight was good, long but good – Myra and I got to have a whole row to ourselves.

Arrived at Honolulu airport and found out the baggage claim was hella far away. It felt like a mile after the long ass flight. We got picked up by Myra’s relatives and headed up to Golden Coins for some lunch. Some good filipino food. Then we hit up Pearl Harbor Memorial. We actually saw DP over there with his homeys but we weren’t able to make it on the same tour. (DP of course reminded us that our skin color was most likely the reason) We hit up Uncle Bert’s house after to rest a bit.

We hit up a nicely laid out man-made beach (very clear water) with Uncle Bert and Allen and ended up seeing a mini Polynesian show – promoting the FiaFia celebration the next day. Headed back to Uncle Bert’s and ate hella good food. Got hella full then headed to the hotel.

Jervin and Allen rolled us over to hotel to drop our ish off, its was still pretty early so we cruised the Waikiki strip for a while, had some night caps with the cuzins, then called it a night.

Day 2

After waking up pretty early we got ready, slather on the sunscreen, and started out towards the strip to look for a place to eat. We hit up the Bank of Hawaii near the hotel to grab some cash, and I left my card in the ATM. Basically had the beach on my mind, so I took my money and headed towards the strip.

We ended up eating at a place called Cheeseburger in Paradise, I got the Loco Moco with Portuguese Sausage. Yum. When we were paying, I noticed my ATM card was missing, freaked out and we headed toward the ATM to see if the Bank has my card. The teller at the bank said the ATM may have swallowed the card back if I didn’t take it in the alloted time and to come back at 2pm, which was when the security crew regularly comes by and empties out the ATM. I couldn’t wait to see if my card was there or now so I ended up cancelling the card. After dealing with some rude chick on Bank of America’s credit card line, I managed to get my card cancelled and a new one shipped back to our house in Sammamish.

Ugh – so after all that drama we head towards the beach, posted up near the water and laid out. Allen came by and joined us on the beach. We chilled in the water for a couple hours then walked on the strip to do some quick touristy shopping.

Got a text for DP that he was chillin’ over at the Moana Surfrider hotel for some drinks so we head towards that way. Pretty interesting shit, we had Spring Break ’08 near the table and a creepy asian guy with really tight swim trunks. We amused ourselves for an hour watching the asian dood mingle with the 20 something year olds.

After bouncing from the Moana Surfrider we hit up Rock ‘n Roll joint in King’s Village.

Day 3
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Day 4
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Day 5
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Day 6
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Day 7
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Day 8
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