The men, all white, have on Hawaiian shirts. Some of the women, not her, have flowers in their hair. Her hair is dark and wavy and long. I've only ever seen it like that in pictures. There's a big plate of things on skewers, and bowls of rice.
Some people are drinking from coconut halves, others have regular highball glasses.
My mother is turned to talk to the woman next to her and is holding a cigarette. This picture, of course, is still, but I can tell that my mother is not gesturing with her cigarette. She holds her cigarette like a prop, something to make her look confident and sure, as if she belonged. My father stands behind her, a Camel in his right hand. He's talking to someone next to him, a fat guy laughing at something someone has said.