|How I spent my week|
The hotel is fine, though it wasn't my choice to stay here initially. This the second time my coworkers and I have come to Honolulu, and it was one of my coworkers who first booked us here. It was an ironic choice, as it turns out I have a long history with the Ala Moana.
When I was six or so, we were still living in Hilo on the Big Island. For my spring break that year, my parents took me and a teenaged girl who lived a few houses away for a trip to the big city. We stayed at the Ala Moana, which, it being Easter time, had pens set up in the mall's main corridors filled with live bunnies, and other delicate baby animals, perfect for children to torture. I got to spend lots of time at the pool with Lori the babysitter and had my first vacation romance with another six-year-old, visiting from the mainland.
One funny thing, though: my dad never took vacations. We never went anywhere fun involving an overnight stay, all three, as a family. My mom would take me for short trips, and my dad took us to live in places everyone else goes to holiday, but generally he was either working or horizontal on the sofa, reading.
Years later, my mom told me what was behind our trip to Honolulu that year... it was so daddy could get a vasectomy.
So it's true, Ala Moana does have everything. Even vasectomies.