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I am not at the airport anymore...!
May. 22nd, 2006 11:17 pmI'm sitting in Baltimore airport right now, kind of wishing that I could start the entire weekend over. I'd do most of the same stuff, except that I would hang out longer on Saturday and watch everyone dance after the ho'ike. Once again I decided "Oh, no one's really going to be there" and once again I spent all Sunday hearing stories about how awesome Saturday night was.
Anyway, last night was loads of fun. Olivia moved into my room, and we went downstairs for dinner. We hadn't planned to; we were going to order Chinese and then go in the pool, but no one would deliver so we went to the restaurant. There we met up with Dennis from class, and invited him to sit with us. He's from Kaua'i, in his fifties or so I guess, and seemed very quiet. I had danced next to Dennis on Saturday, and he had lunch at our table, where I had made the general announcement that our Kumu was really awesome, and also hot. So when we were back in class and Kumu made a funny remark ("make a caressing motion, ladies. Pretend you're caressing me!") Dennis nudged me and started to laugh. Yet he still seemed sort of reserved, and even at dinner the three of us talked about Hula and more Hula, and little else.
After sitting at the table for about two hours (our adorable waiter David--dark hair, easy smile, geeky black glasses held together with a safety pin--tried to not charge Olivia and I for our pieces of pie, but I paid anyway...and now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have? Did he get in trouble for not charging? Should I have given the money to him instead?) we decided to go sit in the lounge and talk some more. At one point Dennis got up to show us some steps from E Ho'i Ka Pili, while Olivia and I sang. Then Lee and Kumu Cathy walked by and asked us if we wanted to go to the store with them, because Cathy needed a few things. So, off we went! In the car, Lee drove into the wrong lane and then righted herself by going over the island. I was in the wayback with her granddughter Paige, a very bright, engaging and completely non-shy nine year old who wanted to tell me all about her trips to Hawai'i, and all her grandmother's cats.
It wasn't until we got to the store and I started sliding around on the waxed floors that everyone started to loosen up. Pretty soon Dennis was sliding along the floor, too. We had to wait for Cathy to finish shopping, which Lee said was going to take a long time. So Olivia, Dennis and I sat on a bench to wait for her, and suddenly it was stupid o'clock everything seemed hilarious. You know when you first meet someone and you're not sure exactly what you can and can't say, and can and can't joke about? I found that Dennis was pretty easy to joke with, and Olivia very difficult to offend, and it ocurred to me that the best friendships start to happen once everyone stops being on their best behavior. Pretty soon we were laughing it up while Dennis was doing his rendition--in front of all the cashiers--of Pineapple Princess, Kumu Mark style. (Which is funny, because AFAIK, there is no such thing.)
By the time we got back from the store it was 11:30, and Olivia went to bed while I decided to stay downstairs and chat. It was Lee, Dennis, Kumu Cathy, and three ladies from Oklahoma, all in their 40s to 60s I think, who have only been dancing for 8 months, and who had done a lovely rendition of Green Rose Hula the night before at ho'ike. One of the ladies whose name I didn't get was my partner in the 'otea that we learned Friday and Sunday. The conversation started out pretty tame, but soon we were laughing so loud that someone called security on us and they came to tell us to keep quiet. This all started actually that morning, when I was joking around with the lady I was partnered with (we didn't know each other's names so just called each other "Buddy" for some reason,) cracked up over the fact that, when we switched partners, I was still thinking that she was my partner and tried to follow her instead of the one I was really partnering. When I realized it I made a joke out of it, going, "Hey! Don't leave me, where are you going?!" all while doing the fa'arapu (that's the really fast Tahitian hip circle.) So we shared that story, complete with a demonstration, to everyone's amusement. We talked about the lady who did horrible Hula back at the October seminar, also complete with demonstrations (by me. *cough*) Everyone was literally in tears, practically falling on the floor. This all went on till around 1:30 AM.
The other really funny thing remember (well, lots, but I'm prone to forgetting this one so I'll write it down now,) was this typical feisty Grandma who sat with us at lunch on Sunday. We were all talking about how we tended to remember each other over various seminars (usually by which Hula they performed at ho'ike or where they were from,) when this Tutu, bangs her palm on the table, speaks up and says "I remember people by their defects!" And then she went on to tell this hilarious story of a lady she met who had a huge growth under her arm ("I mean seriously, how could anyone miss it, it was the size of a dime!") and how she was friends with the lady's doctor and told the doctor he should check it out. Then she just went on from there about all different "defective" people she had met, including her son in law. She was awesome. I told her, "Most people don't recognize me from the front, but when they see me in profile they go, 'Oh, her!' I have that Native look, even though I'm mostly white." And Tutu said to me, "I would remember you by your voice. Not that it's defective or anything, but you have a soothing voice." Uhh, buh? After I just spent about fifteen minutes guffawing and trying not to spit my food into my napkin? She was too funny.
Auwe! I am home now! I had to stop typing there because we boarded, and now I'm at home and unpacked and got all the animals settled and whatnot.
I have two more posts to make tonight, one that has to be separate because it just doesn't fit in with this, and another locked one to tell more funny stuff with which I only trust my f-list. ^_^
Anyway, last night was loads of fun. Olivia moved into my room, and we went downstairs for dinner. We hadn't planned to; we were going to order Chinese and then go in the pool, but no one would deliver so we went to the restaurant. There we met up with Dennis from class, and invited him to sit with us. He's from Kaua'i, in his fifties or so I guess, and seemed very quiet. I had danced next to Dennis on Saturday, and he had lunch at our table, where I had made the general announcement that our Kumu was really awesome, and also hot. So when we were back in class and Kumu made a funny remark ("make a caressing motion, ladies. Pretend you're caressing me!") Dennis nudged me and started to laugh. Yet he still seemed sort of reserved, and even at dinner the three of us talked about Hula and more Hula, and little else.
After sitting at the table for about two hours (our adorable waiter David--dark hair, easy smile, geeky black glasses held together with a safety pin--tried to not charge Olivia and I for our pieces of pie, but I paid anyway...and now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have? Did he get in trouble for not charging? Should I have given the money to him instead?) we decided to go sit in the lounge and talk some more. At one point Dennis got up to show us some steps from E Ho'i Ka Pili, while Olivia and I sang. Then Lee and Kumu Cathy walked by and asked us if we wanted to go to the store with them, because Cathy needed a few things. So, off we went! In the car, Lee drove into the wrong lane and then righted herself by going over the island. I was in the wayback with her granddughter Paige, a very bright, engaging and completely non-shy nine year old who wanted to tell me all about her trips to Hawai'i, and all her grandmother's cats.
It wasn't until we got to the store and I started sliding around on the waxed floors that everyone started to loosen up. Pretty soon Dennis was sliding along the floor, too. We had to wait for Cathy to finish shopping, which Lee said was going to take a long time. So Olivia, Dennis and I sat on a bench to wait for her, and suddenly it was stupid o'clock everything seemed hilarious. You know when you first meet someone and you're not sure exactly what you can and can't say, and can and can't joke about? I found that Dennis was pretty easy to joke with, and Olivia very difficult to offend, and it ocurred to me that the best friendships start to happen once everyone stops being on their best behavior. Pretty soon we were laughing it up while Dennis was doing his rendition--in front of all the cashiers--of Pineapple Princess, Kumu Mark style. (Which is funny, because AFAIK, there is no such thing.)
By the time we got back from the store it was 11:30, and Olivia went to bed while I decided to stay downstairs and chat. It was Lee, Dennis, Kumu Cathy, and three ladies from Oklahoma, all in their 40s to 60s I think, who have only been dancing for 8 months, and who had done a lovely rendition of Green Rose Hula the night before at ho'ike. One of the ladies whose name I didn't get was my partner in the 'otea that we learned Friday and Sunday. The conversation started out pretty tame, but soon we were laughing so loud that someone called security on us and they came to tell us to keep quiet. This all started actually that morning, when I was joking around with the lady I was partnered with (we didn't know each other's names so just called each other "Buddy" for some reason,) cracked up over the fact that, when we switched partners, I was still thinking that she was my partner and tried to follow her instead of the one I was really partnering. When I realized it I made a joke out of it, going, "Hey! Don't leave me, where are you going?!" all while doing the fa'arapu (that's the really fast Tahitian hip circle.) So we shared that story, complete with a demonstration, to everyone's amusement. We talked about the lady who did horrible Hula back at the October seminar, also complete with demonstrations (by me. *cough*) Everyone was literally in tears, practically falling on the floor. This all went on till around 1:30 AM.
The other really funny thing remember (well, lots, but I'm prone to forgetting this one so I'll write it down now,) was this typical feisty Grandma who sat with us at lunch on Sunday. We were all talking about how we tended to remember each other over various seminars (usually by which Hula they performed at ho'ike or where they were from,) when this Tutu, bangs her palm on the table, speaks up and says "I remember people by their defects!" And then she went on to tell this hilarious story of a lady she met who had a huge growth under her arm ("I mean seriously, how could anyone miss it, it was the size of a dime!") and how she was friends with the lady's doctor and told the doctor he should check it out. Then she just went on from there about all different "defective" people she had met, including her son in law. She was awesome. I told her, "Most people don't recognize me from the front, but when they see me in profile they go, 'Oh, her!' I have that Native look, even though I'm mostly white." And Tutu said to me, "I would remember you by your voice. Not that it's defective or anything, but you have a soothing voice." Uhh, buh? After I just spent about fifteen minutes guffawing and trying not to spit my food into my napkin? She was too funny.
Auwe! I am home now! I had to stop typing there because we boarded, and now I'm at home and unpacked and got all the animals settled and whatnot.
I have two more posts to make tonight, one that has to be separate because it just doesn't fit in with this, and another locked one to tell more funny stuff with which I only trust my f-list. ^_^
