The afternoon released a deluge of rain, enough to prompt those time-to-build-an-ark jokes—in abundance. Sporting slacks and floral blouses, cute print rain boots and matching raincoats (thanks to Rey and her there’s-a-sale-on! insistence), we took a cab to Kahala. We’d never been to The Faded Lei and were curious to see if it was everything the reviews claimed it to be.
The restaurant and its lavish lounge were set off the main road, overlooking a rock-lined beach being pummeled by angry waves while palms and shrubs were entrenched in a macabre dance.
We’d just slipped into plush copper-colored chairs at a corner table in the brightly lit restaurant, by a window being relentlessly lashed by rain, when Sonja sashayed in, sporting a smart olive-toned two-piece ensemble and impossibly high
