Hula Dancing on the Deck in the Rain

Yes indeed. So Sunday evening, I found myself hula dancing on my uncle's deck in the rain. My cousin Lauren graduated college a few months back. She decided she wanted to have a luau for a graduation party. I, unfortunately, had to miss most of it because we had rehearsal for the show Sunday afternoon. By the time I arrived at the luau, all the mai tais had been consumed and the skies had opened up. The downpour had passed; it was more like spring rain. Some concoction of Don Ho and Elvis was playing.

The invitations had specifically mandated "luau attire." For my part, I would have been more than happy, if I'd had the time, to weave some tropical flowers into my hair and throw on a grass skirt. But that really wouldn't have worked for the four hours I had spent in a midtown dance studio, staring up at the ceiling and praying someone would let us refocus the damn frontlights.

(They won't let us refocus the frontlights! If you come to this show, and you know ANYTHING about tech theater, please DO NOT think we focused those things like that ON PURPOSE!!!)

So as I was not dressed appropriately for the shindig, I thought the least I could do was provide some entertainment. And that's how I ended up on the deck, in the rain, hula-dancing in my over-worn cut-off cargos and what my mother likes to call my "wishful thinking" t-shirt. It's this purple t-shirt I bought in the San Lorenzo market in Florence; I have since cut out the neckline and done other things to make it fit more comfortably. It has the Florentine symbol used on the city's flag and coat of arms.

Every time I show up somewhere in this, someone tells me it looks like I'm wearing a Superman t-shirt.

Superman doesn't wear purple.

And if I were wearing a superhero symbol, it would be the Bat.

I don't think I would hula in a Batman t-shirt.