“Ok, I’m NOT doing that, Prudence!”  You say.  “My hips just don’t move that fast.”

“They just want us to try, sweet girl,” I reply.  We wait brimming with excitement for the host to call up all guests to join in the hula.  But for now, we must watch.  You’d insisted that we stop and get a pepperoni pizza with pineapple slices before we arrived at the luau.  You grab another slice as we watch the dancers and their wonderful dancing.