OK...the TRUTH about the "aloha spirit"

Since everyone had a comment about the "aloha spirit", and since I want to remember these details about our trip home, I have decided to document when we lost our "aloha spirit"! Everyone needs a good laugh :)

Jon and I had decided to not worry about dinner Saturday evening and just grab something quick at the airport. We would rather stay as long as we could; take an extra swim in the ocean, a little longer jacuzzi for a stiff golf back, finish the movie "Invincible", shower, pack...you know, be MELLOW. It was working until we got to the car return place (Hertz). They only had one, yes I said ONE person checking cars in, and ONE shuttle bus working. Fifty minutes later we were checking in at the airport, now feeling pretty stressed about being late. I couldn't buy pineapples at the airport now, to check, and share with loved ones at home, there was NO time. We consoled ourselves, maybe we could get some in Honolulu. Of course I chose the WRONG security line. There were only four people in front of me when it was time to split into four different lines, but someone definitely had a problem. Jon looked at me and said, "sometimes you just have that kind of luck!" No time to grab a quick bite, but it is a very fast flight to Honolulu so we're thinking we will eat there.

Arrive in Honolulu, notice our flight to Las Vegas is leaving 50 minutes late- whoops, will we get Jon to the church on time for his meeting at 8:30? (he is supposed to conduct), notice some of the gift shops and food places are closing and think, "we should take the wiki-wiki bus to the international terminal where our next flight is leaving from, I'm sure there will be more choices to eat there." Take the bus, arrive at the terminal, worse choices, think, "we have plenty of time. let's take the bus back and search the inter-island terminal better." Take the bus back, now everything is closed, think, "let's check out the Hawaiian Airlines lounge and see if they have anything to offer us." Show our boarding passes at the lounge so we can get in, I tell Jon, "I'll hold onto those.", sit down, put my bags down and stupidly lay the boarding passes in between my two bags. Little thought, "you should put those passes inside one bag or the other." Ignore little thought. The lounge only has soda and nuts. Sit for a minute, watch the Suns game that was on hours before, decide to go back to the other terminal and see if Starbucks is still open and if they have any food. Back to international terminal, buy a couple of muffins and a sandwich from Starbucks and hear the boarding announcement. Immediately I knew I didn't have the boarding passes. Holy Hannah!!! Jon says, "should I jump back on the bus and hope I get back in time?" I'm sure they can print us new boarding passes. We get in another five person line and wait 30 minutes for our turn. Get our passes, we are the last people on-board. Sleep a LITTLE on our five hour flight, gather our luggage, head for the car, luckily, Jon was afraid we would be late so he had brought his suit and shirt and tie. While he gets changed I tell him I'll pay for parking at the little kiosk. Wouldn't accept my credit card, tried other kiosk, finally call for help, pay, return to car. Jon says, "I thought you got mugged!" He didn't come looking for me though :)! Drive to the stake center, comment while on I-15 that Las Vegas isn't quite as beautiful as Maui, arrive at 8:05, drop Jon off with plenty of time to brush teeth and freshen up...hehe!

Get home, my door is locked, no keys on key ring. Wonder when things are going to start looking up again. Knock, knock, KNOCK! Knocking on bedroom windows, have no idea which bedroom they may be sleeping in. Finally, Sadie's sweet voice, a long hug, help with the luggage...things are looking up. Get to stake conference on time :)! Stay awake!!! Actually it was a great meeting! Feeling "aloha" again.

So, my question, "At what point during that night would you have lost your "aloha spirit"?