I saw a comedian tonight, who was reading from her just-published book. (It's called Microthrills, and the author, Wendy Spero, writes like David Sidaris.) Among some other funny recollections, she read an essay about sharing special or unusual moments with strangers. It reminded me of something I haven't thought of in a while -- in my slightly younger days I used to go to the Forum in San Jose on Thursdays to salsa dance. Well, mostly watch others salsa, since I was (am) such a rookie. I remember one night I was standing there with drink in hand and I saw this very skilled couple dancing together, doing all of these intricate maneuvers. It looked like they'd been partners for years, or maybe instructors together. Very natural, very fluid. So I was very surprised when the song finished and they shook hands to thank each other, and parted ways. That was their first time dancing. I was amazed. How much skill do you have to have before you can literally meet your match on the dancefloor and be so coordinated? That, I think, is one of those Old World things that you just don't see very much anymore.
Fire Dance at Lele.
I missed the shot where he set his crotch on fire.
Tahiti at Lele.
Uh, so I think Tahitian dance is my favorite. But I'm a simple man.
Front and Center at the Luau.
We just got seated at The Feast at Lele, supposedly one of the über-lüaü's on Maui. So far I can't complain -- we are literally front and center in the first row in front of the stage. This photo is from our table, man!
Tonight's menu will feature dishes from a variety of islands, including the Hawaiian Islands. It will be sort of like eating the Polynesian Culture Center. Delicious.
