Aaron drove Joanna and I to the airport at 5 a.m. this morning. More than 12 hours later, we arrived to an empty condo in Waikiki.
Doug, Chiangs and Shariah were at a luau. Grace was hula dancing. Armando, Hugh, Allen and Shawn were at the beach. Joaquin and Darlene were teaching salsa at Ilikai Hotel.
Joanna and I were zombies. We slept for two hours and then there was a birthday party downstairs. (Happy birthday Chiangs.)
“I can’t be the only person who is hung over at practice tomorrow at 7 a.m.,” Grace said.
We’re family. We suffer together. It’s 6 a.m. in Toronto and I’m having my first shot of vodka. Cheers to Hawaii.