Tuesday, August 17, 2010
This weekend when we celebrated my Uncle Richard’s 70th birthday, it was no surprise that fifty of us gathered at Ottavio’s. The only difference was that I was not dressing up for a nice Italian dinner, but dressing down, as there was a South Pacific theme. A sort of Italian Luau; if that even exists (sans the roasted pig, poi and pineapple and heavy on the pasta, bread and vino). Add a grass skirt, loud Hawaiian shirt or sarong, flowered lei, and hibiscus in hair and presto … we were doing the hula in Old Italy.