It seems almost mandatory to attend a luau whilst in Hawaii. A bit problematic given Tubby's diet largely revolves around grilled cheese, diet soda (free here, yea) and candy, though he managed not to starve. The five slices of white sugary-frosted cake didn't hurt either, I'm sure...

The dancers mingle before the luau starts; I managed to pose with one of the not male dancers.	Before the food is strewn out on the serving table, there must be a welcome to the luau jig.	There is quite the "do" with pulling the pig out of the cooking pit out in the back of the yard.
Like opera, things seem to start and end when a substantial woman in a mumu sings.	Lots of dancing and prancing and such. Some dances with partners, some solo with fire, and some with tourists (of which I'll spare you).