Pictures from the beach and our luau. Plus, scroll to the bottom to read about my brush with fame and stardom. Sort of.
I just LURVE the picture below because of how I was able to take it. Patrick, King, and I went to a luau (think kalua pork, poi, Mai Tais, barely dressed Hawaiian guys and gals, partying into the sunset on the beach with a bunch of like-minded tourists...) and after an absolutely gluttonous feast of traditional island food, the luau ended with a fiery show of dancers in huge costumes shaking away to the beat of the heavy drums. Because we were sitting in the back and I wanted better pictures of the show, I stealthily made my way to the front of the stage and snapped away as quietly as I could. Well, this young, MUSCULAR (don't worry Patrick, he wasn't my type), oiled up lad in nothing but a headdress and something to cover up his shlong spotted me and pulled me on stage, kicking and screaming, and MADE me shake my booty and dance with them. UGH not my thing but those few moments in the spotlights, all eyes on me, well...I could get used to this. Or not.
But I did have my camera with me still while I was "dancing" (I put that in quotes because I am sure it wasn't a pretty sight and probably not something that can be qualified as dancing) and got the most up-close-and-personal shot of the show I couldn't have taken any other way. And they didn't even have me wear a coconut bra, much to my relief and Patrick's disappointment.