I have finally escaped the plumeria-scented, rum-fueled embrace of Tiki Oasis 12, making my way home from the headquarters of Exotic Espionage and Polynesian Pulp at the Crowne Plaza in San Diego where spies, bad guys and glamour girls frolicked. Though there appears to be a slight gap in time…
Now that my amnesia is clearing, I think I spent much of the past two weeks or so in a post-Tiki Oasis daze on the secret island hideout of a brilliant, handsome hero/villain determined to conquer the world using flaming pu-pu platters and drinks with little paper umbrellas. He was also very good with applying sun block to my back and décolletage. But I digress.
While my recovery from Tiki Oasis may have been a very pleasant hallucination at the hands of a sexy mastermind, thanks to the microfilm smuggled out of Tiki Oasis 12 by members of the CARTWHEEL team, I was able to reconstruct the weekend, which at some point included me being a judge in the spy briefcase art competition after downing several passion fruit, pineapple and alcohol combos. Also Henry Mancini, hedonism, hypnotism and magician, tropical prints, fake mustaches, musical interludes, gold bikinis, ukeleles, mermaids, mai tais, martinis, vintage cars, burlesque stars and of course art—along with the nicest, friendliest undercover espionage agents representing the Tiki lifestyle!
Next year Tiki Oasis 13 takes us down home for Hulabilly, extica meets Americana. Maybe soon we’ll be blasted into Outer Space, Tiki-ing where no man (or woman) has Tikied before…
Photo 1, 2, 3: Cindy Schwarstein/CARTWHEEL
Photo 4, 10, 11: Lee Joseph
remaining event photos: Agent 00×0/CARTWHEEL
Artwork used by permission.