Light

So after weeks of working crazy hours I needed a break, but the only option was to head down to Charleston for a weekend and on the surface that is a good idea, it just happened to be with two women I know, so I inserted myself into a «girls weekend» so-to-speak…not that there is anything wrong with that mind you, I just went to a few place I probably would not have patronized having been with the guys or on my own.
As dance clubs go, Light is only one of maybe a few that exist on the main portion of Charleston/​Battery proper. Located right on East Bay Street, it commands a good deal of foot traffic and the Friday night I was there was no exception. I mean Charleston is about a bunch of guys stuck in the 80s and the preppy era and girls are very blond and wear flip flops… even in winter. I mean this is southern in a way that is stinks of money. But I’m getting off track… Light is a place folk look to and go to when they want to get their «dance on.» I was told at the hotel it is a popular spot for bachelorette parties, but on this particular night none were to be found.
What was found was a very interesting mix of the folks that aren’t the ones I mentioned above. Gay man dancing with themselves and knowing the words to EVERY song playing!!! Two lesbians getting their groove on the dance floor while feeling each other up every other song and the cougar in a skin tight dress trying to see how far she could stick her tongue down the throat of the 25 year old she was clinging to by the bar. Whatever the bar lacked it made up for in spades with people watching.
The place was dark as night except for the funky dance floor lighting which on some really good drugs could have made for a perfect trippy session.
Drinks were average priced and the bartenders were quick to get your order, which I always find is an exception for dance clubs rather than the rule. It didn’t cost to get in, but I heard that as the evening progressed a cover was collected.
All and all not bad for a dance club in the land of the preppies.