It all started watching an HGTV show about tuning a surfboard into a bar. We got one on one of our adventures. After we got home she said we have a patio and a bar let’s use it as a decoration and have a Luau. I said why, she said why not. So the Luau extravaganza was born. It turned out to be a 6 year tradition. There was any where from 25 to 75 people attending. Her only requirement was that everyone had to dress Hawaiian. It was held during rainstorms and insanely hot and humid days. Of course she put 110% into it and created Hawaiian recipes from appetizers to desert and of course gallons of margaritas. She began preparing at least a month out. We ended up with a shed full of just Luau decorations. The day before the Luau she would begin setting up the patio and organizing the food. She worked her ass off. The day of she was up at the crack of dawn getting the food prepared. It always was one hell of a party. (Thanks to her). As I look back at all the parties, the memories that stick out in my mind; the passion she put into her food, her trying not to be the center of attention but making sure everyone was having a good time, continuously reminding me to take pictures of everyone and yelling out BOB!!!. However the most memorable was the joy in hear heart and soul being with her friends, family and most of all her grandchildren.
The Luau
