Since we were in Hawaii during Mother's Day, I decided to treat my mom to a Luau. We had it booked and planned several months in advanced: I even researched the best luau to do while on the island. After a fun filled day of volcanoes and beaches it was going to be a great way to end our Friday. We went home, showered and got all gussied up to party Hawaiian style.
Things were looking a little dark in the sky, and the temperature was starting to drop fast, but hey - we are from Seattle, so this was nothing new to us. Compared to home it was still warm outside, so we were good to go.
As we entered the luau they were handing out emergency ponchos "In case of rain" - I even got a yellow one to match my dress ;o).... how cute. Things were being prepped, and the food was smelling good. The pig was being unearthed after cooking in the pit all day long, preparatory to the big feast. At this point things started to get a little wet, but again... Seattelites here: if you don't do something in the rain, you don't do anything at all. We weren't too bothered.
Just as the pig was unearthed, food was just about ready to be served and the show was about to start - the heavens were opened and the rain came a tumbling down. It was pouring! We got so soaked that the ponchos didn't do anything to protect us any more and they called the show.
The mad dash to the food table was insane with people trying to fill up their plates before leaving, trying to get any part of their moneys worth out of the event. We took one look at the lines and soggy food and decided it just wasn't worth our time and we left. We waded through the 4" flash floods in the parking lot to our car and drove back to the condo. There, we put on our jammies, cooked some chicken nuggets and french fries, snuggled in for a movie and called it a loss. After all of the good things that happened that day, I guess you can't win them all.
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