Showdown

For this I have decided to pen it down. During our night down at Kia Ora Village for Christmas celebration, we were seated on the perimeter of the restaurant and assured a good view of the Polynesian show that would follow that Christmas Eve night. This would prove to be an interesting evening. The Christmas dinner set was good as expected, with the traditional French Fois Gras as the highlight and the western spread of tantalizing desert sweets. During the course of our meal, the show had begun. A Tahiti dance has twelve to fifteen in the dance troupe, and they proceeded with the show. Meanwhile, sitting on the perimeter of the dance floor, my hubby had completely forgotten about projecting ahead to the time when he knew the dancers would come into the audience and grab the unsuspecting tourists for their turn at making fools of themselves. Let me explained, he for one has read memoirs of other travelers' experience. For all that I know: he would be the first ever person to be all prepared to leave the dinner table and disappeared into the rest room or out into the garden before stepping back; till he is truly sure that the dance has ended.

As it turned out, poor chap has totally forgotten about it. Before he even expected it two female Temure dancers had descended and were requesting his presence by the hand. I was lucky. Part mumbling and cursing that he has forgotten that this was coming, and part of it, he was gone in a matter of seconds, out on the dance floor. I sat back, burst into laughter, and was really enjoying the show that he was a part of! Now I can safely comment that he did it, sportily and without an inch of hesitation when being approached! I was apparently having a ball while he would view his unexpected encounter a suffering. It was a sure night of festivities and pure entertainment!