So We Thought We Could Dance

Over the weekend, my inlaws hosted a giant Luau out at their ranch.

About 120 people attended, to help celebrate our big family reunion, and my awesome father-in-law's belated 60th birthday. Being awesome obviously runs in his family, because they all travelled to Calgary from far and wide to help make the weekend extra special.

We had a pig roast, and an amazing feast that pretty much made pigs out of us all, a giant fire pit area, band, tropical flowers and tiki torches all over the property, a huge bouncy house/games area for the little kids, and an even larger bar area for the big kids, and lots of entertainment. Even after it started pouring rain at about 10pm, most of us crammed our mai taied buns and becoconutted bras into the house and partied on.

Here are a few snapshots from the evening:


Ashley, Aria, me, Chelsey & Lindsay, doing a hula dance in honour of my FIL. I think our poorly rehearsed dance angered the hawaiian gods, as it started pouring rain immediately after we finished.



Shakin' what our mammas gave us



Our sweetie employee/friend/babysitter, Niki, and I. She has many leather bound books, and her apartment smells of rich mahogony.



My cute husband drank about a thousand drinks, and then was busted smoking.



This is Robb holding up one of our other employee/friend/babysitters, Amanda, who was, by far, the drunkest person at the luau. Come to think of it, many of our babysitters enjoy the sauce. Maybe our kids have driven them to it.



I'd say the night was definitely a success.