The flight was rough (no real issues; I just hate flying these days because I just can't seem to get comfortable in the seat), but we finally made it to Honolulu and our hotel.
We're staying at the Trump International which, while not the most luxurious I've ever stayed at, is really nice, gets an A++ for service, and has almost all the comforts of home (including a fully-stocked kitchenette with a stovetop, refrigerator and microwave). And, as you can see, the views from our 18th-story suite are pretty incredible.
After resting for a bit, we walked around the neighborhood for a bit, falling prey to the ubiquitous ABC stores, and then headed for dinner and some live entertainment at the House Without a Key, an outdoor restaurant on the beach.
The food was only okay, but the entertainment was first-rate and really made for a great, relaxing evening.
Dish of macaroons left for us by our hotel turn-down service; on the blog because it's pretty.
Jerry decided to practice his night exposure photography skills from our lanai. The model unsportingly grew tired and begged out before long. (If you look closely, you can see I'm already starting to look a little cranky here.)
A fantastic fireworks display on the beach, with a perfect view from our lanai, capped off our first evening here.
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