A Sign From God

I took this photo on my IPhone.
Yes, Maui is THAT gorgeous!

I already told you how I fresh I was feeling after the long, first class trip out to Hawaii, so  I didn’t feel a particular need to make sure I had my ID in hand the rest of the day as we ventured out to familiarize ourselves with the resort and its surroundings. I figured if I was carded (which doesn’t even happen anymore at the grocery store), it was probably not a bad thing considering the levels of alcohol I had already imbibed earlier in the day.

No worries, my friends! I had no issues ordering my apple mojito during happy hour. 

The next day, despite a bit of a headache and cloudy veil which can only fall over you after a mix of champagne, mojito, pina colada, mai tai and red wine, Doc H and I awoke very early just like every other mainlander and set out to enjoy the beauty of the island and find some local watering holes to help level the chemical equilibrium. 

I grabbed by tote, threw in my tank-ini, my sunscreen, hat, and.... where’s my ID? 

I looked everywhere. No ID. Doc H ripped apart my purse. No ID. 

DocH: Where did you last have it?

Me: When we went through security. I know I put it back in my purse, but I couldn’t zip my purse up because I stuffed my Ipad in there.

DocH: It probably fell out in the plane!

Me: Nooooooo! 

DocH: How are you going to get back on the plane without ID! You need to call the airline. 

Me: Noooooooo! It’s got to be in the rental car.

DocH: Did you bring any other form of ID?

Me: No, but it’s got to be in the rental car. Let’s just go.

We proceed to leave. We make sure the hotel room door is securely locked.

DocH: What are you going to do if you don’t find your ID?

Me: I’ll take it as a sign from God that I’ve had my limit of drinks for this trip. {SIGH.} I won’t drink anymore.

DocH: Really? 

Me: Really.

As soon as one valet drives the car in front of us, Doc H walks around to the driver side to tip the valet. I open my door and as soon as I do, I see something glowing on the floor.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! My ID!

I jut it straight out in front of Doc H with a Hu-MONG-OUS, "TAKE THAT (!)", grin. 

DocH: Well, what is God telling you now? It’s okay to drink?

Me: Abso-FREAKING-lutely!

I immediatley rang God up in my heart; “Dear God, Mahalo. Mahalo. Mahalo!”