We went over to Manoa, where I was going to have a haircut later. Mrguy found us the most beautiful mall. The parking lot was beautiful. My blood pressure immediately reduced.
We ate many Japanese baked goods and I am now a fan of coffee milk jelly.
Before the trip I decided to get a haircut in Honolulu. I finally settled on getting a curly bob, not knowing if my hair would do the thing it needed to, but knowing that my hair had gotten lots more wavy over the past few years. I found a stylist on Instagram who did great curly cuts and made an appointment. Turns out the salon is right across from the Mexican restaurant where on our last trip we heard a bunch of old ladies laughing about their vibrators. Burned into my memory...
You can just make out the restaurant across the street. We went there on our way home and had a delicious and comforting dinner.
Bye hair! On the day of my haircut my hair reached down to my back pockets. Now it's above my shoulders, but not a pixie. Who knew it could be so curly?
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We wound up the day eating Mexican food on the lanai and reflecting on the crazy year we've been through since mrguy's diagnosis.
Also, the haircut is slammin'.
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