Hey reader, how’s your gogo bar ban treating you? My name’s Bangkok Seven, and this is the Sunday Rap. I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of being denied my red-light reverie. Never mind the shut bars and restaurants. That’s bad enough. But we’re going on month 4 of gogos flagged as no go zones. Nogogozones. It’s regoddamdiculous.
In an effort to help those suffering from red-light withdrawal, we here at BKKKNites have attempted to temper your Sunday jonesing with a weekly photo album of gogo glory from days passed. And today is no different. Below, please enjoy an array of photos, courtesy of Jack Nites, from the fantastic Lighthouse gogo bar on Soi Cowboy.
My personal relationship with Lighthouse is…simplistic. As a Patpong regular, I haven’t spent a lot of time in this joint in the last half-decade. Though I will say that when I did deign to visit Cowboy, I went out of my way to make sure I either started or ended the evening in this low-key, unassuming hotspot. And Lighthouse has been, to me, a double-threat. First, their drink prices were great. As someone who always feels like he’s overpaying on Cowboy, Lighthouse was a breath of fresh air in that regard, with their 90 baht beer specials. And second, of the 2 or 3 rotations of girls on their stage, there was always at least one full company of hotties. I don’t know what kind of carrot the owners dangled in front of the girls to get them to work there, but it worked.
Another charming aspect of their roster was their uncanny friendliness. It’s common—especially in Cowboy and Nana—to find a gogo packed to the rafters with hot chicks who’re all cold as ice in demeanor. This does not make for a fun night out. Lighthouse is the inverse of that: an inordinate number of pole prancers in there were cheeky, witty, wiley, and wild. Always quick to smile, laugh at a good joke, and provide a bit of banter between dance rotations that would brighten any bachelor’s evening.
Most recently, among the gang of gorgeous gogo geishas, I had a friend. Her name was Som. Originally she’d been a regular at Thigh Bar in Patpong, but when that owner got deported and the joint went down the toilet, she moved over to Lighthouse and found a new home there. I bumped into her quite by accident one random Wednesday and was surprised to see her strutting on that stage. But it was a happy re-meeting. I noticed her first when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught her smirking at me from the stage. After her rotation, she came up and leaped onto my lap, and the next 3 hours were a blur of beers, small talk, and groping of erogenous zones. I was able to swing in and visit her a handful of times before the pandemic, but since then, of course, it’s been nothing but radio silence. And if the rumors are true that Lighthouse might not reopen post-lockdown, who knows when or if I’ll see Som again. But all good things must come to an end, and a great many gogos will face their end as a result of this stupid fun ban, and so Som will go her own way and we mongers will as well. I’m crossing my fingers for Lighthouse, because for years it has lived up to its name as a beacon of fun on Soi Cowboy. While we wait to learn the fate of all our favorite gogos, let’s raise a glass to Lighthouse, to their gang of gregarious girls, and to Thailand—the best place to be in a pandemic panic (pandpanic for short, copyright BKK7). If you’re still hankering for pics of gogo chicks, I’ve got a new photo spread over at my website: http://patpongnightlife.com/2021/07/04/naked-ninja-retrospective-part-2/
Until next week, friends, keep your fridge stocked, your junk ready, and cheers to being another week closer to the red-lights reopened. Stay cool.