It was truly a dark and stormy night. Cloud cover obscured whatever residual light would have been left over from the sunset an hour before glowing in the west. With the wind blowing at a steady 20-plus miles per hour, temperatures dipping into the 50s and thunderstorms passing through the area, Island clubgoers would have been excused if they took a pass from reveling at some of the area’s watering holes.

But this was the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial start of summer.