Where's that ancient Hawaiian burial ground?

Rowdy has a curse on him, and evil, evil curse. It all started in 2005, when Terry and Lezlie decided to take the whole family to Hawaii for a week. Unfortunately, Rowdy had the choice of going on the trip and dying (I'm not exaggerating this point) or having part of his small intestine removed. Lucky for me, he decided that he wasn't literally dying to go to Hawaii, and stayed home and had the surgery.

Flash forward to 2007/8. We decided to test the curse and made arrangements to go to Oahu to celebrate our wedding/sealing anniversaries. Rowdy came down with a bad cold during New Year's week. It was bad enough that we didn't do anything on New Year's Eve, because he was sacked out on the couch.

Haha! He was able to get over his cold by the end of the week--take that, Curse! It was raining when we left for the airport on Saturday morning to catch our plane to Honolulu. The Curse decided to make people all over the West Coast miserable with a storm, just to try to keep Rowdy from going to Hawaii. We knew before we even left home that our plane was delayed 1.5 hours, but we weren't worried.

Once at the airport, we discovered long, long lines at the ticket counters, presumably fallout from the storms. So, we took our bags to the skycap outside. A very pleasant gentleman checked our bags, and then announced to us that we should have a paper ticket, not an eticket.

"But we got our tickets through Orbitz! They never send paper tickets. And look, here on our confirmation--it says, "E-Ticket".

"Oh, Orbitz does that all the time. Go to a ticket agent and she can help you."

Note to self: never use Orbitz again.

The lady at the ticket counter told us that unless we could produce a paper ticket, we were not getting on the plane. I think that this is where flying First Class paid off, because she went ahead and printed us tickets. If we had been flying steerage, it would've been tough noogies for us.

Our plane was delayed approximately two hours. San Diego really needs either a total revamp of Terminal 1 or a new airport, because there was probably twice the number of people as seats at the pod where our gate was located. By the time we got on the plane, we had developed a real hatred of two little moppets, Andre and John, who we so frickin' annoying, obviously trained that way by their idiot parents.

But, hey, we got on the plane, so TAKE THAT AGAIN, CURSE! Lalala, sitting in first class--but wait--the curse is still trying hard to punish Rowdy for thinking that he could actually go to Hawaii. A 300+ pound man sat right in front of him, nearly pinning Rowdy into his seat for the entire flight.

Things were going fine, just a couple of little adventures due to my poor navigational skills, through the end of Saturday to Monday evening. At trip to Pearl Harbor, walking up Diamond Head, going to the movies all went fine. I have to say, though, that we're not too impressed by anywhere we've eaten so far, but that's a minor consideration.

By Monday evening, the curse decided to try once again to ruin our vacation. Rowdy had fever/chills and severe abdominal pains. Great. Now what??? Fortunately, Maalox, a shave ice and lots of prayers resulted in another loss for Mr. Curse. Rowdy was back to himself this morning, and we were able to go for a swim with some sharks.

I highly recommend this activity and North Shore Shark Adventures on your next trip to Oahu. It was so much fun, and like many things, much scarier in the anticipation of the event than the actual event.

Advantage: BRICCO!!!