We've been going through the archives (photos we found in a box) at the elevated office. Well, it's kind of an office. It was an office building. It still is a building.
Anyway - It's professional cause we washed our hands.
Um - so we found these ancient photos of the samoan working for that snow. She can tell the rest.
So like, 10 years ago i was a hula dancer in Makalina's Tiny Bubble Band. Yup - that was the name. We traveled the five boroughs (NYC), Long Island, and New Jersey spreading the luau fun. One time the band got hired to perform/promote Fox's new show North Shore. The middle of Times Square was filled with sand, palm trees, and a volcano. Back then the middle of Times Square was like 30 square ft surrounded by driving, honking, and spitting cab drivers - an interesting place to find yourself with a coconut bra.
i only lasted about a year as a hula dancer. i was pretty bad at it (being raised by haoles in Idaho and usually being hungover) but i was Polynesian and that seemed to be enough for Makalina. She made sure i was learning my culture, and she looked out for me. During the Maori poi balls dance everyone had fire poi balls except, but me. Mine were plastic wrapped oatmeal poi balls - because I always hit myself in the head.
i try to keep flying balls away from my face nowadays - but powder?
Now that's a different story.
Meanwhile in Wyoming el squat has a new gig!
We think this involves a lot of muttering and cauldron churning. Oh, and meat pounding. Lots of the meat pounding. We don't really know - though - because Yurt Girl must be silent.
More moneys = more powders.
go squat go