{"id":2040,"date":"2014-04-17T11:59:25","date_gmt":"2014-04-17T11:59:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.dreamweddingshawaii.com\/?p=2040"},"modified":"2018-03-14T01:55:55","modified_gmt":"2018-03-14T01:55:55","slug":"the-wedding-matrix-stepping-out-bucking-the-trend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dreamweddingshawaii.com\/the-wedding-matrix-stepping-out-bucking-the-trend\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wedding Matrix: Stepping out, Bucking the Trend"},"content":{"rendered":"
When I was in high school there was a local urban legend that said, “If anyone took raw pork over the Old Pali Highway at night, bad things would happen. \u00a0Bad…supernatural…things.” \u00a0 The urban legend was passed down through generations of storytelling, circulated through local television shows, then spread throughout the state in locally published books and small newsletters. \u00a0 I remember relatives had echoed stories to us as children, repeating the mantra “taking raw pork in your car at night would cause it to stall!” \u00a0The urban legend grew, with some people even reporting seeing a dark shadow in their backseat before their car died. \u00a0A few reported seeing a faceless woman before their car kicked the bucket, then the next day or week after, they themselves kicked the bucket. \u00a0 Somewhere along the line, this urban legend went as viral as one could in the 90’s, and as silly as it was, between my high school peers, it was taken as fact by everyone…except me and a few others.<\/p>\n
It was at the end of a late night out with my high school friends when I would unknowingly put that urban legend to the test. \u00a0I remember that night vividly. \u00a0It was a Saturday, it was getting close to curfew, and it was time to get back home. \u00a0 I was the driver, as always, and had company, two of my closest friends\/regular car poolers, well call them Jake and Deborah to protect their identity. \u00a0Jake lived in Kailua, which was right over the Pali, Deborah lived down the street from me. \u00a0 Before we said our goodbyes to our friends, I noticed that they could not stop giggling like little wimps to each other. \u00a0 Then, on our way home, while driving up the Pali, I found out why through a call to my “rather gigantic 90’s cell.”<\/p>\n
“We put raw pork in your trunk Steven! \u00a0Good luck!”, my friend giggled while trying to conceal the laughter of others.<\/p>\n
When I told Jake and Deborah about our situation, their reactions were mixed. \u00a0 Deborah, demanded we stop the car to get the pork out. \u00a0 \u00a0“I don’t want to die Steven!”<\/p>\n
Jake, on the other hand, shared my opinion. \u00a0“I really don’t care”, he said.<\/p>\n
“Well I don’t believe in this crap either,” I said as we pressed on up the highway.<\/p>\n