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The Honolulu Advertiser
Posted on: Friday, February 17, 2006

Money, beauty and view still rule Skyline

By Derek Paiva
Advertiser Entertainment Writer

Teresa Barbosa lets loose on the dance floor at Skyline, the upscale lounge party at Sheraton Waikiki's Hanohano Room after dark.

ANDREW SHIMABUKU | The Honolulu Advertiser

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SKYLINE

WHERE: Hanohano Room, Sheraton Waikiki

WHEN: First/third Saturdays of the month (i.e., this weekend)

COVER: $15, VIP booths/tables available at extra cost.

WHY GO VIP? No wait in line for entry, host seating, your own table/booth all night, dedicated server and security, envious stares of folks standing. E-mail vipbooth@hotmail.com for prices.

WHO IS TAD ALLAGASH? Monied, drug-fueled New York party-boy character in Jay McInerney's "Bright Lights, Big City."

TWO: As in Skyline Two, March 11 at Palomino, one-time only; monthly (hopefully) in June.

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Kecia Aquino finds herself a spot on the dance floor at Skyline, happening every first and third Saturday.

ANDREW SHIMABUKU | The Honolulu Advertiser

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Recessed ice-blue over-bar lighting matches the elegant decor throughout the room, which features a near wraparound Waikiki view. Only 350 patrons are granted entrance, keeping things semi-exclusive.

ANDREW SHIMABUKU | The Honolulu Advertiser

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The last time I checked out Skyline for this column, it dropped on Thursdays.

Not every Thursday. Not the first and third Thursdays of every month. "Designated Thursdays" was the lowdown I got from promoters Flash Hansen and Matty Boy Hazelgrove, who were then still finessing the upscale L.A.-style lounge party that, I thought, finally showcased everything appealing about the Sheraton Waikiki's Hanohano Room after dark.

I raved about the decor and service — an elegantly dimmed room, recessed ice-blue over-bar lighting, black tablecloths, elevated and centralized VIP tables and booths providing views of the crowd and the near wrap-around, twinkling Waikiki skyline. I grooved on a runway-ready crowd: an impressive lot of individuals sporting suits, fashion-plate dressy and casual designer wear, accessorized to maxed-out credit card proportions.

A strictly enforced 350-patron maximum capacity kept things on the semi-exclusive tip. Hansen scolded me for not calling to reserve a booth for the experience. (I had stopped by anonymously and mooched on a friend's table.)

That was two years ago.

Skyline hasn't changed all that much since. But truth be told, it didn't need to.

You'll now find it on the first and third Saturdays of every month. The VIP booths and tables seem to fill a lot faster, but are still the best way to truly soak in the goings-on (see box). The crowd dresses a bit more designer casual but still hits 350 every time. Best of all, it still feels upscale without being unnecessarily pretentious or joyless.

And Flash and Matty Boy? Well, they're still local clubland's masters at throwing together stuff like this.

Let's chew over some scenery.

  • There was a guy at a table across from us, eyes closed, getting a fully clothed lap dance from his significant other.

  • Go-go dancers in black boy shorts, gold bikini tops and sporting blonde pageboy cuts; drummer Juju Beats matching beats with the DJs; a stylishly dressed DJ G-Spot.

  • Fact: A group of women in slinky dresses and tiaras will always 1) appear prettier and 2) attract substantial male attention.

  • Some guy named Mark and I silently rooted for a dude in Chanel shades, a loose white dress shirt and Lucky Brand jeans near the main bar trying to play the "I'm a sensitive guy with money" card on a pretty girl in a tight black cocktail dress. Said Mark, nudging my arm: "Oh, dude, it is so on!"

    (Note to self: Must watch "Swingers" again.)

    Ensconced in a booth with my partner in Night Stuff and friends, happily giving my too-little-used-in-Honolulu suit some use, I tried my best to look Tad Allagash pathetically cool.

    Without all the Bolivian marching powder, of course.

    Reach Derek Paiva at dpaiva@honoluluadvertiser.com.