Sounds like my kind of place.
We get there, and amidst a smell of sewage, find out that they're closed since they're... having a sewage problem. Looking across the street, there's another okazuya type place! We'll just grab food there.
I nabbed myself a plate lunch of beef curry, shoyu hot dog, and garlic chicken. I add a filet of saba (mackarel) and something called a hash (corned beef and potato, smooshed into a ball). Oh yes, and it comes with a side of mac salad. These Hawaiians sure love their processed meats. Spam is in a lot of things, and hot dogs are all over too. We take the food, grab some drinks and head to Ala Moana Beach Park to eat next to the water.
Ah, so nice and relaxing. The clouds dance in the skies and twirl around the city buildings. The water is a mass of aquamarine, accessorized by streams of white as waves crash into themselves.
What a nice day.
Food is pretty good, saba is nice and oily, hash is decent, chicken is really tasty and the shoyu hot dog is... like a bright neon red color. Eeeuch. Oh well, can't just leave it there. Munch. Tastes like hot dog.
Sara wants to check out the Honolulu Festival since her mom wants some pamphlets for Japan, so we go there. I managed to find a guy who has some awesome underwater photography, John Johnson of One Breath Photography. Once I get in contact with him, I'm gonna purchase some of his work over the web. He flies from Hawaii to Japan working as a software engineer for some company. He also speaks fluent Japanese. Pretty chill guy, amazing photography.
Turns out the Honolulu Festival is, otherwise, pretty lame, so we head back. Jason and Sara have date night tonight, so I make plans with Kristl to do some studying of Mandarin to get out of their hair for a while. Jason takes off at about 5:30 for dinner. Kristl swings by at about 7:30. We head off to grab some boba (it's like a drug to her) and then off to the UH Law school building.
Studying studying studying... Kristl starts to progressively die, mostly due to stress from juggling lots of responsibilities, which, after a bout of sniffling and hacking, is seriously making me start to worry. I start to chat with her about random stuff, life, relationships, whatever the crap comes to mind, and it seems to take her mind off being stressed, and she looks instantly better. Lo, the unconscious power of stress. I feel somewhat bad for taking time out of her busy study schedule, but she seems appreciative that I was there to study alongside her, which everyone knows keeps you focused. Studying alone is an exercise in resisting distraction.
Jason calls, 11:30, says he just finished eating dinner. That was a long dinner. We study a bit more, head to get some grub, which ends up being Zippy's. Zippy's is basically like Denny's on the mainland, except it's not so much sit down as it is fast food. I grab this Zip Pac because I'm too hungry and their stupid photo spoke directly to my stomach through my eyes, and Kristl grabs some saimin (basically, ramen noodles in a broth of unknown origin with green onions, cheap, under $3).
After we done, we meet up with Jason at his condo, and Kristl takes off.
