Later that night we heard some noise down on the street below, and decided to check it out. Turns out there was a parade commemorating the events that transpired at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. We cheered for war veterans, clapped for Mrs. and Ms. Hawaii, watched native Hawaiian warriors doing their pound-on-chest-and-knees-stomp-around war chants, and saw all the other trimmings of a parade of this calibre.
On the way back to our apartment we stopped by the ABC store (think 7 Eleven and they're on just about every corner) on the main level of our building, grabbed some drinks and snacks, and came back up to our apartment to await Jim's arrival from work.
I was so happy little Hunty was feeling better so we could go play. I'm sure there will be many more days just like this.