We went to see the play Boeing Boeing at the manoa valley playhouse. As we were waiting at the transfer point we discovered that the other people waiting there were also going to the same play. They were very nice, and not from Canada. At least half the non-Asian tourists here are from Canada. Supposedly, Californians are the biggest group, but we never meet any. I guess the Canucks and Midwesterners are friendlier.
By the time the bus got up to the university, a bunch of other people got on. At some point one of the women said, "is anyone here going to Manoa playhouse?" About 10 people on the bus were going there. And they were all worried that we would be late. Except me, since I realized half the audience was on the bus. And we were 20 minutes early when we did arrive. The play was fun, a revival from the 60's about a man in Paris with three mistresses who were all airline stewardesses. The woman who played the maid ran away with the show. She reminded me of my friend Joanne.
We've had a couple of pretty windy days, and some jellyfish days, which means no swimming. I think after the jellyfish leave its going to be rainy, but rainy is a kind of relative thing here. It rains part of the day and then clears up.
We were going to go to Eggs and Things for breakfast, but there was a big line so we went up the street to a place that sells crepes rolled up like ice cream cones. But they are delicious. They aren't the macadamia nut pancakes at Eggs and Things, though.
I just got my braces a couple of days before we left, and it's really a lot of work. I have the Invisaligns, so I have to take them out in order to eat, and at the very least, I have to rinse my mouth out afterwards before I can put them back in. Brushing is preferred. And of course, in my world, a vacation is carte Blanche to eat constantly. So I've included a few pictures of places I've brushed my teeth.





Really, really, really enjoyed the tooth brush photos. All the more so because the series was kicked off with the oddly unsettling photo of John grinning at the crepe. Well...leering. Really, he was just plain leering at it.
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