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“It don’t mean a thing,
if it ain’t got that swing.”
This dynamic event took place in four
parts, each one outdoing the other…
Cocktails & Croquet:
On the lawn at the Lodge of Koele in Hawaii, the air
was fresh and light. A dashing Gatsby impersonator greeted
all of the distinguished guests along the perfectly
manicured green grounds of the croquet court. As guests
sipped Mint Julips and cavorted on the grass, they laughed
at the good fortune of the moment, being together for
such a lavish event.
Dinner and Reception:
Walking into an oversized tent, guests were mesmerized
as they entered into a dramatic turn-of-the-century
world where tables were adorned with black & white
linens, where four foot tall centerpieces with black
feathers peering out from the top glowed radiantly,
and where guests were able to mingle, dine and dance
in a vintage “golden age” aura. An elegant
four-course dinner was served while a Big Band churned
out tunes that got the crowd into the swing of things.
The Speakeasy Entrance:
Following dinner, there was an old-fashioned "stick-up."
A group of actors held up the tent, in a Bonnie &
Clyde style, and instructed the entertained guests
to go to the front of the hotel where they would enter…the
Speakeasy. The façade of the hotel was dramatically
transformed with a dimly-lit brick walkway littered
with crooked signs, old fishing crates and rope dangling
from the walls. Before entering through the doorway
of the Speakeasy, guests had to whisper a password
through an eye slot and “enter at their own
risk.”
Within the Speakeasy—Unrequited Fun:
As the guests entered through the doorway, hanging velvet
drapes opened up to a night of debauchery and fun. The
party was already in full swing golden era-style with
actors dressed in snazzy suits and flowing vintage dresses—drinking,
dancing the Charleston, and partying as if they were
in the heyday of the 1920’s. The guests soon joined
in on the fun. Gambling tables were set up for the high
rollers, and a decked-out dance band kept the party
going until the wee hours of the night.
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