Sorry for the lack of posts lately, yos (plural for “yo,” an old-timey word mostly associated with Yo! MTV Raps), but between taking classes and various other life distractions, the blog was regretfully put on the back-burner.
Once such distraction that I’m not sad about was a business trip to Hawaii a few weeks back.
Several of my co-workers and I were accepted to a conference on the Big Island. Now, I felt incredibly fortunate to have already vacationed in Hawaii twice in the past three years, but I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to go again, especially to an island I hadn’t been too yet. I ended up giving three presentations at the conference blah blahblah
…Okay, nobody is here to read about that. You’re more interested in how Lance responded to my business travel, yes?
Now, keep in mind that Lance’s fave place in the whole world (close runners-up include Las Vegas and the Bath & Body Works test-scent store in Johnson City, Tennessee) is Hawaii. When it was confirmed that I’d be able to go to a conference on the Big Island, he was very, very excited to go, as it meant that all we’d have to pay for our of our own pockets was his airfare and food.
Unfortunately, as we started looking into flights, the airfare began skyrocketing into the $1300-1400 range, which was a little steep for the four days we’d be there. We begrudgingly decided that I’d go to Hawaii without Lance. Lance’s consolation prize? That we’re going to Hawaii for a ten-day vacation in August.
Still, it’s not like Lance was super-content with me jetsetting to a tropical island in the sun without him. He barely held it together as I began posting photos on Instagram:
Soooo he wasn’t handling it with the utmost dignity. Especially considering the late-night Domino’s run.
Anyway, between crazy conferencing at the ENORMOUS Hilton Waikoloa Village (which had both a dolphin and turtle habitat, not to mention a MONORAIL), we squeezed in a lot of fun little activities, and took lots of iPhone photos carefully edited to not reveal any of my secret pudge.
I’ll let the photos (mostly) speak for themselves: