And I’m pretty sure I got the day right this time.
We went to a “Luau”. Kinda. They had a roasted pig that had been in the pit for a couple of weeks.
We got the food from a buffet. It wasn’t too good. I finally tasted poi. Don’t. It was Germaine’s Luau. We rode about 50 minutes from Honolulu in rush hour traffic to get there. You go through what looked like a big industrial park of some kind, lots of steel work. It was pretty ugly. Then just adjacent there was a little stand of palm trees. It was next to the ocean, but they wouldn’t let us on the beach. They had barricades. 
I was filming with my IPhone, and I didn’t know this. It was dark and I couldn’t see. But my phone said it was recording, but it wasn’t. The hula girls were absolutely fantastic. I was filming away but not recording anything. Damn. From the waist up nothing moves except the arms and hands. But from the waist down it’s like a mag 8 earthquake. God only knows how they can move like that.
Here’s was I was able to salvage:
Oops…
You weren’t able to salvage any video of Delores running up on stage and doing the hula?
This past summer we returned after many years away from Hawai’i with friends who had never been there. So, of course, we had to attend a luau. Much like Germaine’s (but on Maui) with dancers and plenty of complimentary mai-tai drinks. I must have had ten – with no effect. Fun!
As I said, our Maui visit was canceled due to high seas. I was disappointed.