Thursday, August 27, 2009

Island Breeze Luau - King Kamehameha Hotel - Kailua-Kona, Hawaii

Before the complaint department inbox is filled, I want to apologize. I know Thursday morning came and went with no updates on Pics of Me in Front of Stuff. I apologize to all of my readers.

Both of you, I am sorry.

And now, on with the show...

According to the EPA, by way of Chacha, the average person eats 50 to 200 mg per day. Over the average American life expectancy, 77.7 in 2006 years according to the Center for Disease Control, the average American eats 3.545.062 mg of dirt. For those of you not into SI units, that is 7.82 lbs.

At the Clinton Station Diner in Clinton, NJ, if you and a partner can eat a cheeseburger that big in 90 minutes or less you get it for free.
Now just imagine if that was dirt!

So where am I going with this?
Does any of this have to do with Paul Giamatti?
Aside from Paulie boy getting some extra dirt in his diet from eating my dust in the foot race to which I have challenged him, all of this dirt talk refers to exactly what you think it does:

Dinner!

Even better, dinner in Hawaii!

No, we did not eat dirt for dinner as delicious as that may sound. In case you have never been to a luau, and shame on you if you have not, the traditional way to cook the traditional pig made by men in traditional Hawaiian garb is in an imu, an underground oven. The pig is actually referred to as kalua puna, which actually translates to pig cooked in an underground oven.

Where else but a luau does cooking dinner involve a shovel?
Where else would it cost as much as it did in Hawaii?

The pig was delicious, regardless of the dirt content or price, and it went well with the open bar especially all of the mai tais.

Don't we look happy about the pig and booze?

Following the removal of dinner from the ground and our consumption of it and at the instant the open bar stopped flowing booze, the dancing started. Unlike other nights that might have featured open bars or copious amounts of alcohol consumption, I was not involved in the dancing. I left it to the professionals.

They all had nicer tans than me.
The dances spanned the gamut of the Polynesian Islands and I have a number of pictures of each. I will not try to describe the dances or from which island each of them came possibly due to my advancing age and/or the mai tais.

Here's a picture of some flashy outfits which may or may not have come from Tahiti.

My personal favorite was the Haka which comes from the Maori of New Zealand and shows up about a minute into the video below.

You may have seen the New Zealand Rugby team do it before a match.

Like many luaus or at least the two I have been to, the dancing show concluded with a fire dancer. Nothing quite caps a night like a guy dancing around with a flaming spear.

The dancing and eating aside, the luau helped provide an entertaining evening on a lovely night in Hawaii. It is more than likely, every night in Hawaii is lovely. The warm equatorial sun, the gorgeous coast, the beautiful landscape, the sunsets, and the mai tais all added up to make the trip there with my CP feel like paradise on Earth.

Now I will start working on next week's post to prevent another mishap like today's!

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