Up at 4am Thursday. Flight from Dallas to Los Angeles. Layover. 5 more hours from Los Angeles to Honolulu. One hour in the car to Kualoa Ranch. One perpetual goosebump-inducing rad afternoon on a four wheeler through my childhood dream come true. Drink. Sleep. Wedding. Drink. Sleep. Beach. Honolulu to Los Angeles. Layover. Back in Dallas at 6:30am Sunday. Wouldn't change a damn thing.
Maybe other people have experienced this as well, but there are a handful of people I've meet at different points in my life, when after meeting them they've made such an impact on me that I realize that it's a shame I wasn't able to meet them any earlier in life. That's Chrissy and Shelley. We met in a really cold New York City one January not too long ago and now they won't leave me alone. I kid, I kid. Honestly though, these two, they're something else, and I do consider myself the fortunate one.
I normally don't like to post this many images in a single gallery, but it was just too much fun and I remember every moment of it...and I just want to.
Thank you to Chrissy and Shelley for letting me tag along and trusting me enough to document it all for you.