The Longest Day

Perhaps the hardest part about vacationing in Hawaii is the travel. Five hour flight. Babies kicking seats. Little brothers yelling at you because you ask him to hold your full Starbucks cup, your jacket, your USC hat, your sunglasses, your book and your bag - then your sister does the same to him.

Maybe it's the scary people that are on planes that made the plane ride here tough. Check out this chick:



Oh, wait, that's my sister... what's up with her eyes?

Well, she's not really that scary. So I guess we can cross that reason off the list. Well, maybe it's not all the unattractive people that are on planes, like this chick:



Crap! That's my sister again! Oh well. I guess the plane ride wasn't that bad. Some of us got a little bit irritated. Well, one of us anyway. Matt's thinking, "Dude, you are doing everything wrong." He said it too.



Well, eventually we got to Hawaii. We were hungy. Vanessa was thirsty and needed to cover her breasts since she forgot a bra. She's text messaging her boyfriend to tell him of her embarassment at forgetting such an important clothing item.



My sister's bralessness made me feel like this:



When unpacking I remembered I had forgotten to purchase swimming trunks. How could I come to Hawaii without trunks! So I went downstairs and was about to buy a pair when the cashier said, "You want to try those on? We don't allow returns of swimwear."

"Even if it's unused?" I asked.

"Yes."

I could've continued the questioning, but decided not to. I found my answer in the dressing room though:



However, I got my trunks and by the end of the day, everything was all good: