Aloha Oy!
Well, the Tiki-Lounge Party was a resounding success. The big cardboard tiki-heads looked astonishingly eerie by torchlight in the windy darkness, my friend Hazel's sweetie Mark smoked a salmon and enough ribs to feed the crew of the Bounty, there were Chinese appetizers, grass skirts, a chocolate cake shaped like a hula-dancer, and Chinese lanterns; a purple volcano spouting dry ice in the livid mango punch-bowl (I did find the coconut-shell goblets for punch cups); 60s "exotica" music on the stereo (!), and everyone but me sipping Blue Hawaiians (rum, coconut cream, and blue curacao, I think) with umbrellas in them. Oh, and cats playing with the decorations. A most splendid time was had by all.
As always, the best thing about the party was the conversation and the friendship. Several of us have been friends for over forty years. Despite the aforesaid Blue Hawaiians, we're not a heavy-drinking crowd, so nobody was visibly hammered (though one of the discussions concerned memorable hangovers in the '60s and '70s). (My, we were stupid when we were young...) None of those wussie men wore a coconut bra, though the always-impeccable Ryan descended so far as to wear a Hawaiian print tie with his flawlessly-coordinated suit.
The cats woke me this morning, concerned lest I oversleep and worried that it might slip my mind that their dish was empty (or was almost empty, or might be empty soon...)
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