From the outside, the old warehouse/mill didnt look very impressive. Nor did it look anything like the luau party the invitation promised. But it was the right address and no other building was near enough to indicate that maybe it was just next door.
Walking inside though- that was another matter entirely. Tiki torches lined the walls, their flames providing a major source of light for the room. 2 inches of fine sand covered the floor. In the corner just to the right of the door stood the almost clichι bamboo bar, around it a number of women and men loitered dressed in bikinis, trunks, sun dresses and other such beach wear. They were undoubtedly the drinks for the evening, and judging by their look- they didnt mind the assignment much.
A high tech lighting system created an illusion of the ocean against the wall directly across from the door. It went so far as to make the floor against the wall look as though waves were coming and going. In front of this wall a handful of beach lounge chairs were scattered, their cushions a tropical medley of colors.
Off to the left there was a small wood stage decorated with hibiscus flowers and coconuts, upon which a hula dancer swayed. A man sat on the edge of the stage, playing the music for her to dance to too.
And of course- what luau wouldnt be complete without each person entering receiving the classic lei around their neck.