|L to R, back row: Barbara, Juliette, Betsy, Jocelyn, Sandy, Mitzi; front row: me, Mom, Shirley, Jeanne. (photo by waiter)|
The room was open to the outside all along the makai side. The weather was interesting, it started out sunny as we were leaving the house but as soon as we got to the hotel, there was a torrential downpour. Throughout lunch it was alternating sunny and downpour. While it was sunny we saw wedding photos being taken & people sitting at outside tables under umbrellas. Then they would be running for cover when the downpour arrived; the snorkelers out on the reef weren't bothered by anything. It was nice to have the fresh air, the zebra doves liked it also. A waiter was stationed near the buffet area whose only job was to chase birds away from the food.
Lunch was a curry buffet with choices from many Asian cuisines; the doves weren't interested in that part. Or the salad. The dessert table & the bread table were their targets; one dove stole a piece of bread even with the waiter standing watch.
The dessert table made choosing difficult; no wonder the birds were trying to outsmart the waiter! There were perhaps a dozen choices; I picked 4. Even though there were several chocolate options, I had to have the haupia. I think the birds might have been going after the little round edible decorations on some of the desserts.
|Clockwise, from top: guava mousse, dulce cream mousse, haupia, tartlet, & macadamia nut bar.|
After lunch the mahjong ladies gave Mom a belated birthday present, which made her tearful. It is a black vest with purple flowers embroidered on the breast along with a ladybug. The hotel gave Mom a complimentary piece of dessert.
|We had to ask the waiter what "JK" meant.|
We had arrived a little too early to be seated, so we wandered around the lobby of the hotel. They had a large decorated tree which included live white orchid plants.
This evening after dinner Mom was reminiscing about drinking fresh milk from cows her father raised. I could only remember Grandpa having Herefords and Angus-Hereford crosses; so I asked her what the cows that Grandpa milked looked like. She told me they were all named Red Mary or Black Mary. I showed her a photo of Red Mary that I had scanned; she said all the cows Grandpa milked looked like her. We used to ride the cows; Grandpa had no horses.
|Grandpa with Red Mary (photo by Dad)|
Happy Birthday to Ali!