Lights Off

Lights by Linea, an upmarket lighting shop in Paardon Island, a stones throw away from the sea. The place was packed with people, not an unusual feat for a shop. Certainly unusual for six o clock on a Friday evening, though.

Donna and I, hand in hand, pretended to inspect the various light fittings, whilst blending into the crowd. We happened upon a bar in the middle of this shop, not a temporary affair, but a real pub. Immediately taking advantage of the situation, I ordered drinks for the two of us. We continued to able along until we bumped into a table laden with eats. Jackpot! We were full of silliness, sharing laughter and jokes. Then a most bizarre thing happened, especially considering that this was a light shop. The multitude of lights dimmed into darkness.

Now, the only reason we were in this weird shop eating snacks and drinking free drinks was because the owner happened to be one of Donna’s travel clients. We had been invited to come on over and network. Yes, I know what you are thinking, funny thing to do in a light shop in the dark...

Our confusion did not last long, as a smoke machine exhaled a cloud of dense smoke and a bevy of strategically placed lasers began to beam out patterns of their own design. Dance music rained down on us from massive roof mounted speakers. I kid you not; somehow we had been transported from a strange light shop into a club of our youth.

We danced, other people danced, and drinks flowed, as the owner mixed the beat himself. It was far out!

(Me entering the portal!!)

Then just as suddenly as it had all begun, it ended, in a light shop full of light. Wayne, the owner, had to move on to a 50th birthday party. So there we were, partied out before dinner and the whole evening ahead of us. Weird and wonderful!

We had a lot of fun, in a light shop, in the dark!