{98/366 | JJ} Who’s your Pele?

The hubby and I had the luxury of going out in the evening sans keiki (kids) a few nights, thanks to my wonderfully fabulous inlaws.  I had never been to a luau, and oh what I was missing!  The scent of slow roasted pig, a many fruity cocktails, and this amazing Hawaiian performer! Yeah, I’d follow him to Molokai.  You should have heard his warrior chant, and his flame twirling and throwing.  Pele may have been the goddess of fire, but he just may have been the god of it.

(ps….Hubby wasn’t offended. There were plenty of hula girls for his viewing pleasure. 🙂