Okay, people, brace yourselves. January is about to get a whole lot more… tropical. That's right, after 20 years of marriage, countless arguments over whose turn it is to empty the dishwasher, a trillion conversations that circle around "what do you want for supper?" and "I don't know. What sounds good to you?" and approximately 473,000 loads of laundry, Kevin and I are FINALLY escaping to Waikiki! Consider this my official announcement that I will be accepting zero responsibilities, zero complaints, and zero dishes for an entire week. This is my reward, and I plan to enjoy every. single. second.
The anticipation is killing me! We’ve been dreaming of that ocean view ever since we were both kids. I'm picturing myself sipping a fruity drink with a tiny umbrella, the sound of the waves crashing gently in the background, and absolutely zero thoughts about the overflowing laundry basket back home. My only concern? Achieving the perfect, even tan. Wish me luck avoiding those awkward strap marks!
We're planning a hike up Diamond Head. Now, I’m not exactly known for my athleticism (my preferred form of exercise is power-walking to the fridge), but I’m determined to make it to the top! Will it happen? I don't know but I hope so. The views will be spectacular, and who knows… maybe my husband will be inspired to upgrade my wedding ring with a little Diamond Head sparkle? A girl can dream, right?
Of course, no trip to Hawaii is complete without a luau! I’m ridiculously excited about the food, the music, and especially the fire dancers. I’ve always been fascinated by fire (from a safe distance, naturally). I’m mostly hoping that that nobody (me) sets themselves (again, me) on fire. And while I plan to indulge in the local cocktails, I’ll be steering clear of anything too flammable.
So, that's the plan! Waikiki, sun, sand, and a renewed sense of marital bliss. Stay tuned for updates, photos (prepare yourselves), and hopefully some hilarious stories. Aloha!
