I guess I knew it was a possibility, when I signed up for buddy passes for a week trip to Hawaii at a pre-paid timeshare resort. But for some reason, I thought for sure there would be at least 2 empty seats on one of the several planes leaving daily for the islands…. there weren’t.
What to do? I quickly went through the five stages of grief.
Denial ( no f***ing way!?)
Anger (no f***ing way!?)
Bargaining ( come-on, you can get 2 more f***ing people on this plane!)
Depression (we’re f***ed, I’m a loser.)
Acceptance (F*** you, I didn’t want to go on your plane to Maui in the first place, I want to stay here, and that’s OK.)
Laguna Beach, California and Catalina Island….there could be worse places to kill a few days. I can’t deny that I was upset, but maybe I shouldn’t be so down on myself. I think it was good I was able to pull through, come up with a plan, and make the best of it.
I have completely gotten over it, and moved on. It’s ancient history now—
but the water in Maui would have been a lot f***ing warmer…..