Fired Dancing

Friday night we participated in the Tiki Hut Luau. As it was one day after my birthday, I considered it to be a second birthday party. The Luau had everything a Hawaiian party should, one free beer, a limbo and hula-hoop competition, henna tattoos, fresh fruit smoothies, live bands, and yes….fire dancers. Imagine swirls of fire surrounding three separate dancers with one even catching the grass on fire momentarily. We are still debating whether that was planned or not. (thinking not planned). I must also mention that the clothing was of course limited which added to the whole appeal of fire dancing. We definitely felt like these dancers the past week. Being surrounded by flames, hoping to prevent the grass from catching on fire, while doing our best to keep our jobs and our paychecks…or at least keeping a paycheck, since now we will no longer be making the same rate that we were promised. We continuously are doing our best to keep juggling the flames but it seems like at every swing we just keep getting burned. As of this evening, if we do not sign this new addendum to the contract, which says we will be paid less, we ourselves will be fired-dancing.

Fire Dancer at the Tiki Hut