The simple story would be just to say that I had fun in China Town tonight. And that would be it, but it was so much more than that. Tonight, I experienced China Town at night for the first time in my life. Who knew that I could taste a part of a local New York City atmosphere right in my back yard? 
Tonight was like a fairytale for me; let me tell you why:
As I looked over my poorly taken pictures, I realized that tonight was one of those nights that I’ve always dreamed about and never thought I’d actually be able to experience until I am way over twenty-one and detached from the parentals. Of course, I always pictured my first “night on the town” would be in New York City. However, this was better. I’m guessing it’s because of the small spark of pride I felt when I realized that this mini NYC-like vicinity is part of a place that I call home.
We started off the night looking at street-side vendors across from Mark’s Garage that was mostly made up of jewelry booths – now, a place that I will aspire to one day sell my Bliss products. It was there that I walked into the first open art gallery that I’ve ever been to. The collections were made up of mesmerizing abstract arts that radiated connectivity and agonizing suffering (the agonizing suffering probably was emitted from the vibes of the palm reader).
An assumingly West African band held the attention of some twenty spectators, a cop, and what looked to be, an asinine jerk (the A.J., whom I wanted to deck after he sarcastically clapped for the performers, is shown on the left). The lion-mane dancer was kindly asked by the cop to stop dancing on the street after his reenactment of a lion-got-hit scene.
It wasn’t exactly protesters galore behind the 
Hawaii Theatre tonight, but it was twice as much as I’ve ever seen live. As much as I would have liked to enjoy my first real sighting of a "protest", I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do in the event of one of the protesters swearing at me or showing me the bad finger. I assume that I would have gotten really offended. It was the same 'ol protestings of the Middle East - people complaining of injustice in the world. When, I ask, are they going to stop standing around and start finding real solutions to these supposed important problems? 
My night came to a close with the Sons of Adam, a band that had a gig at the Hawaii State Art Museum. It was the first time I've been to an open-lawn performance. The Sons, to me, were quite remarkable for their introduction/sound check, but I lost interest in them halfway through "Have You Ever Loved a Woman" while I sat there estimating how much hearing cells I'm losing (I wondered if they amped up the sound system on purpose because the lead singer likes to hear himself sing like how a super model likes to look at herself in the mirror). I was thoroughly entertained from the facial expressions the band members wore on their faces as they closed their eyes and got lost in the music. The music must've got to him, for he offered the crowd a small leap into the air (kind of like how my fish does when we have company over). It was great.
Tonight may have not been the height of excitement for the average partier, continent-hopper, or Las Vegas addict, but for a sheltered local girl like me, tonight was like receiving my first taste of the world. You have to admit, that’s pretty cool.
