For our weekend, we stayed at the Hale Koa hotel. I had made our reservations on-line because they were offering a 20% discount for kama'aina (people who live on the island). When I checked in, I handed the clerk my driver's license to prove my residency. He handed it back to me and told me he didn't need to see it, just my military ID. I responded that I thought he needed to see it as proof of residency for the kama'aina 20% discount. He told me, "Oh, I thought you were getting the hotel's thirty-fifth anniversary 35% discount."
The last event on our agenda was to go on the Atlantis Submarine. Kerry and I went on our anniversary, but none of the kids have been and I knew this would be a lot of fun for Emily.
Having been on this before, I made sure we were positioned near the door leading to the submarine, hoping to be seated near the front of the vessel where we would be able to see out the front window as well. Unfortunately, a large Russian man near me had the same idea. He elbowed his way to the front of the line and pretended not to speak English when the staff were instructing him to move out of the way and sit down.