Hawaii Five O

12 hours aboard a Delta airplane with trail mix instead of peanuts for snacks (cheap bastards) and rungrins kicking your head while you attempt to sleep would cause any sane human to scream in bloody annoyance at the top of their lungs, but anyways...I think we'd do it all over again, eh Bree? Yah, especially the late night rendevous on the beach with Jebediah and Craig... And jumping off that 30 foot rock into the ocean was pretty cool too. Bree's little sis acquired a new name on the trip: Li'l Meathead! And of course we miss the nightlife in Honolulu and the peacefulness of Maui. Even though Jess acquired a sinus infection, sand flea bites, and pink eye, she came back a stronger individual. Kudos for Jessica!! Bree only had to deal with sand flea bites, (what was SHE doing?), and a sharp talking to from her parents for missing her curfew. (Nevermind why...)

At the Honolulu airport

It had been 24 hours since our teeth had seen a toothbrush, but we smiled anyway because our mothers would have beaten our asses if we hadn't. Jess was ready to beat someone to a bloody pulp after spending 8 hours on a plane squeezed next to her parents. Bree could no longer distinguish between the voices in her head and the voices of actual people after being seated next to her constantly fidgeting sister. But we smiled anyway, because we were finally in hawaii.

Maui

Maui Downhill

Where were you at 3 am on June 23rd, 1999? Well, Jess and I were in the lobby of Ka'anapali Beach Hotel, waiting for a van to come pick us up and take us to our doom. Along with 10 other people, we boarded a van designed to hold 6 people, and traveled to "homebase," where we received funky ass muffins and juice, stood in a 30 person line to use the one stall restroom for one last time, and were then fitted with bike helmets and bright yellow gore-tex suits, as illustrated in the above picture. 50 other tourists milled around homebase, looking just as bleary eyed and pissed as us. We then boarded our vans and rode for another hour up Mount Haleakala. We froze our balls off at 10,000 feet above sea level while watching the sun rise. We then hopped on the bikes provided for us by our guide, Bobby the hillbilly, and rode 32 miles down the mountain. But despite all our, (JESSICA), bitching, we truly enjoyed ourselves. It was gorgeous and an experience we'll never forget. (Hey, bitch! I was sick! I had a right to complain!)