Holy Flight To Honolulu . . .

Gilligans log August 12th 11:15am . . .

We had the wake up call set for 5:30am. However Joanie had a different idea . . . that's right . . . 4:40am was when to rooster crowed in the O Town Taj Mahal Suite 322. It was time for Joanie to blurt out obscenities as her bush was burned like in the bible and she became the proud owner of her very own "Tit-Cicles". This was by far the fastest shower I think she has ever taken. The rest of the mornings fluff and beautification process went of without a hitch. Even the reassembling of the Rubik's Cube Puzzle Packing job went off without a single obscenity being uttered . . . I know . . . Wow!

It was now time to meet the other two Castaways and begin our second phase of our journey. We had caffeine in hand and were off to wait for the shuttle to the O Town Airport. So our parade of luggage was maneuvered to the boarding/waiting area where we arrived in one piece and without serious injury. While we were waiting for the shuttle to arrive we played luggage dominoes. This is where various pieces of luggage are made top heavy and we see just how many we can knock them over so we could bend over and pick them up. Joanie won this game not only knocking her four pieces over but Dennis' two as well . . . winner winner chicken dinner!

The shuttle arrived and the driver was nice enough to load all of the numerous bags we had brought. There was a moment when he looked like was ready to tap out, but shortly caught his second wind and pushed through the pain. We all boarded the guided missile I mean the shuttle to the O Town Airport. This Fucking Lightning Luge to the O Town Airport was every bit as exciting as a car crash while it's happening. With the Jack Rabbit starts and the Fucking Stevie Wonder stops we made it to the airport in a little over 3 minutes, and that was stopping at two red lights too!

We arrived at the O Town Airport shaken and slightly stirred but all in one piece. The check was quick and painless. Then it was on to security . . .

This was the familiar steps as in everyones travel except that the TSA officers thought I must have been smuggling bomb or drugs in my stump cover because they ordered me to the "Pat Down" area where I was ordered to strip to my underwear so they could do a thorough search . . ..just kidding . . . they jusy wanted me to reveal my magical fingerless stump. So with all the flair of Sigfreid and Roy I unveiled the bony little thing and even tried to touch captain TSA with it. He was having nothing to do with that and quickly excused me from the "Pat Down" area. We ate breakfast at Chili's without anything to report.

We then went to our gate waited to board our "Plane to Paradise". Boarding went smooth, the take off was smooth too and Pam was very well behaved. She only stood up once and screamed let me off just at the beginning when we were taxiing to take off. The stewardess wasted no time at all unholstering her taser and tasering Pam to calm her down. That actually didn't happen either but what a good read though huh? Well we are just sitting in our seats awaiting our 12:10pm arrival in Honolulu.

Stay tuned for part 2 of the arrival day saga . . .