Sunday, November 15, 2009
On Friday night Mike and I celebrated our one-week anniversary (yay!!) by going to a luau. Actually, it was "more than a luau" according to the Playbill (yes, they gave us a Playbill). It was a full-on theatrical production intended to "take us back to a time when the mighty seafaring Polynesians discovered this land of Hawaii, thereafter calling themselves Hawaiian." A play in nine acts, Honua'ula is supposed to be a celebration of Polynesian heritage and culture. Instead, it was a hokey hot mess.
The good news is that it was over pretty quick and was full of comic relief, so we definitely felt entertained. But seriously, what on earth is a cell phone doing as a prop in a luau? I kid you not. During the love story scene in which Na'ulu, goddess of the clouds, greets her lover Kanaloa the god of the sea, home girl is on a cell phone. What the?? And then there was other bizarre nonsense like the rain goddess doing splits in the air while dangling herself trapeze-artist style from a tree. All very amusing to see, but I'm not sure I learned much about Hawaii's history.
Best part of the night, hands-down, was the fire dancer guy. Or I think technically he's called a fire sword dancer. He was awesome: eating fire, twirling fire, hula-hooping with fire. Really crazy stuff. Sorry we have no pictures of that for you, but they warned us he might kill himself if he got flash-bulb eyes. And wouldn't you have felt guilty if poor fire-dancer man hurt himself just for your blog-reading enjoyment? I thought so.