My not-so secret desire to perpetuate and prolong my Hawaiian visit to immediate permanent residency made itself clear when I reached into my pocket and realized that I lost my boarding pass at the Honolulu airport.
My initial perma-stressed brain responded with panic. As I began to realize the awesomeness of getting “stuck” in Hawaii, the United worker drone analyzed my blank expression and turned-out pockets. ” Are you.. (squinting at wrinkled boarding pass lying on her desk) Amelia Brodka?” she laced her question with a well-deserved patronizing tone as I dropped my head and muttered a yes.
How old am I again? 12?
A big Mahalo to Matt and the 808 crew for getting us into Cholos backyard wonders TWICE
And that was only day 2…
So my subconscious attempt to stay in Hawaii failed…I slithered off of the redeye, right into 12 hours of work and class with my brain all maka-dang-dang from awkward plane “sleep”
Thanks for the photography Dr. Bleecker!