The condo party was a big success. Most of the preparations were done the night before so on Saturday morning we had only to bring the food, florals and accessories. The lawn areas were outfitted with chairs, tables and umbrellas in anticipation of a hot day.
Our association provided the main dishes which were kalua pork, kalua turkey, poi, lau lau, lomi lomi salmon and chicken long rice which, as you know, has plenty of chicken but no rice at all.
For our contribution, the Alpha Japanese Female and I made musubi with two types of SPAM – regular and teriyaki.
Home made “shave ice” desserts prepared using a 50 year old hand cranked ice shaver were a special treat.
We offered an array of flavored syrups with which to douse the shave ice including lychee, strawberry, banana and the ubiquitous blue vanilla.
As one of the crankers, or old cranks if you prefer, I can tell you that it takes a fair amount of arm power to keep the shaver going fast enough to create super fine shave ice.
(Note that it is always shave ice, never shaved ice. Or, shudder, snow cone.)
About 70-75 people attended the four-hour affair which is a reasonably strong turnout for our size property.
The kids spent their time in the pool wearing off their sugar highs while the adults gathered about the gardens to talk story and eat.
By the end of the party I was stuffed with good eats but choking for a cold beer since we don’t permit the divine nectar at condo functions.
By the way, the marketing campaign, so roundly abused by the blogging community, was judged to have been a success. So there…neener, neener, neener.
The final “elevator ad” was a photoshopped depiction of our resident manager’s head placed on top of a morbidly obese guy in a grass skirt with coconut bra offering a giant drink and saying e komo mai – welcome.
For most, hilarity ensued; however, the resident manager was not amused.
In other news, Maxwell got his mid-summer hair cut from Miss Nanako and has been doing his best to avoid the great outdoors, preferring to spend more time in front of the air conditioners. Here’s the Malt:
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