After a long, cramped flight, we finally arrived in Oahu! We hopped on a shuttle to our hotel and, 45 minutes later, we checked into our temporary home for the next week. The Courtyard Marriott Waikiki is a decent hotel, but it wasn’t overly extravagant, which was fine because we didn’t spend a lot of time in our room anyway. Other than sleeping and you know.
Even though we were dead tired from the early flight, we went out to explore right away. The drive from the airport only showed us freeways and industrial buildings. We wanted to see Oahu. The beach was only a few blocks away from our hotel, so we strolled on over. And it was beautiful.
After a few drinks at a bar we hit the streets again. Mr. Warbs saw a dude walking around with a bunch of parrots he had trained to strike a pose and vogue for tourist photos. I watched for a minute and kept walking. But Mr. Warbs was transfixed. He wanted a photo with those birds. Badly. I was content to take photos of him holding the birds, but I was not.touching.those.birds. But Mr. Warbs thought it would be the best thing ever. Kind of how people under the influence think it would be the greatest thing ever to buy a shitload of tacos from Jack-in-the-Box at two in the morning. So between my husband’s prodding and the effects of two mai tais, this happened:
Don’t let my smile fool you. I was terrified.
We walked around holding hands and being all mushy for a bit before going to get something to eat. And drink. But mostly…OK, I drank a lot.
OMG, best mai tai ever.
Can you tell I had a little too much to drink that night?
By the time our food was served, I was feeling sick. I only managed to take a couple of bites of my kimchi fried rice. I already mentioned in my last post that I had to run to the restroom and give my stomach a little pep talk. Even though I felt better after we got back to the hotel, the rest of the night was a wash. I’m sure most people don’t dream that the first night of their honeymoon will end with Pepto Bismol and ginger ale, but that’s what happened to me! So, Oahu: 1, Mrs. Warbler: 0. Don’t worry, hive, it got better.
Up next: Good times in Oahu!