All images taken by Keoni Kitagawa unless otherwise noted.
Ah, details. Glorious, tedious, unnoticed details. How I simultaneously adore and loathe thee.
Fan programs and and heart-shaped clappers in lieu of a petal toss. Some guests clapped so vigorously they broke theirs.
The beginning of infinity times infinity.
If we were any cuter, we’d be Power Puff Girls.
Throwing gang signs and being hard core… that’s what we’re about.
Delicious food and fun was had by all. Shots were had by most.
FB, tía Melody was epically trashed. This was her last hurrah after all – she can’t use the “It’s my sister’s wedding!” excuse for getting wasted anymore
Booty shaking was mandatory.
Mustaches on a stick were enjoyed by all. We had a blast.
Happy almost three months, kids.
You will never be bored in Honolulu – there are simply too many things to do. I’m a compulsive planner (my Pinterest board for you is living proof) so naturally, I over-planned in the activities department.
Here’s what we did:
It might not seem like a lot for 7 days, but with the wedding stuff and meals thrown in, it was all too much. ST recommended that we keep it to one activity per day next time with at least two days of free time so we don’t get too exhausted.