Katy's non rev adventure part one

Once upon a time there was a ten year old girl named Katy. She loved her family with all
of her heart. One day her family of seven (Grandfather, Grandmother, Mother, Aunt, Uncle and two cousins) decided to go to Hawaii for a well deserved vacation. This was possible because most all of the adults worked for People Express Airlines and received vacation passes from year to year. This was the year to treat everyone to Condos overlooking the ocean in Waikiki.
The flights looked good so everyone got on the People Express B-747 and off we went. Katy was good entertaining herself with a vivid imagination and with plenty of adult supervision we would play many games while flying to pass the time.
After visiting the lavatory an hour or so into the flight Katy came up with an idea. She had recently become obsessed with clipboards and checklists so what better game than grading the cleanliness and availability of supplies during this 9 hour flight. Surely the lavs will deteriorate over that length of time and she could be the one to document it. Off she went with her clipboard when there was a break in the constant lines. Toilet paper "check", soap "check", toilet seat down "check", overall cleanliness (grade). This went on for hours but she was on a mission and could not let it slip. I leaned over her shoulder and saw the columns and grid drawn perfectly with crisp check marks in the appropriate places. She was ghost riding and writing up her report with no one to receive it. I wanted to know why she was carrying a clipboard. Note to self - find out what else she had in her knapsack.
"Ohio gosaimas" (Good day), "Konichiwa" (Good evening) "Wait a second" we’re supposed to be in Hawaii not Japan. Where’s the "Aloha"? Oh, we’re surrounded by a Japanese tour group at the baggage claim. Seven bags arrived and we went off to find the van to Waikiki. Two Condos on the beach next to the Outrigger Waikiki-we’re in heaven right? Seven days in paradise to just sit back and enjoy life.
We had a ball on the beach. Just next to the Outrigger hotel and a couple of floors above the public showers. We saw and heard all the locals discussing the surf conditions while extricating the sand from their bathing suits and washing away their troubles. "Hey brudder that last set was 3-4 feet, with the Kona winds holding it up I was tubed, did you see me?"
Since this is about non revving I’ll skip to the seventh day. Two hours early with decent loads and seven checked in on vacation passes. Looked good! One hour to go the word in the seats was that Northwest had just gone on its tri-annual strike and they were sending them all over to us to rebook. Didn’t look good to get us even to LAX today. We stuck around anyway until the pushback just in case someone didn’t show. We planned to split up in the off chance of only a couple of seats. What an optimist I am. Of course our bags went with the plane (pre 9-11).
Optimism and loyalty usually precludes you actually beating the rush but nonetheless I quickly called hotels in the airport area for a couple of rooms. All I could get was the Airport Inn. I should have known it was a low end hotel by the fact that it didn’t have airport transportation. At least we had somewhere to go. I was soon to regret that statement.
Mold! That’s what the room smelled like. Not a good start. Three of us opted to sleep on the chaise lounges by the pool rather than deal with the mold. Eleven hours in the same non rev clothes (the days when you dressed up in hopes of First Class) so I loosened my tie and took my shoes off, thinking "I’ll shower later."