It was my first visit to my favorite island this year. I'd been dying to go but the weather just hasn't been the friendliest these past weekends. It was also my first time stepping on a Lamma beach past sunset--a time when the island is practically pitch dark with the exception of the seafood restaurants along the two piers. This of course made the walk to and from the beach and mid-party washroom visits that much more fun (especially because "washroom" means "the bushes" in beach party lingo). But fortunately the beach party was held on what locals refer to as the "Power Station Beach", which is in fact located right next to a power station that was so beautifully luminated it reminded me of Christmas.
"High-voltage rythymic monsters alongside some spanking new disco-funk and afrobeat lunacy" was what the e-mail invitation said about the band NUDE. I'm not going to comment on the band. I'll just say that the main entertainment of the party was provided by those on the sandy dance floor, but not in the way that it's meant to be.
The climax of the party, I think most would agree, has got to be the power outage. Only lasted a few seconds, but its irony is just too immense to forget.
The crowd remained rather reserved until almost midnight
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