“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.