Sorry to hear it, said clubhouse was the launching pad of one of the top ten craziest nights of my life.
Played a round there as unaccompanied guests during a grad school spring break trip in 1998. Night before we had seen Tom Watson at a nearby restaurant. Post round we walk into the clubhouse and the pro says we should head down to the range to watch Tom hit some balls. He gave about an hour Q&A/demo on the range (including a remarkable impression of Calc at the Ocean Course) with a couple dozen members in attendance before heading into the clubhouse to unveil the plans for Cassique. We were kindly invited to attend the affair, which included an open bar and a world class buffet. Several cocktails later, still wearing our golf attire (golf shoes, gloves in back pockets, etc.), we get a photo taken with Watson. He takes one look at the crew and asks us if we just got off the course. The rest of the night, in no particular order, includes the female wait staff from the party, Def Leppard, a video blackjack game that paid out, a kimono, eventful trips to and from Charleston (involving two cars, a limousine and various taxis), a bachelorette party, Taco Bell and a trailer park nowhere near Kiawah.
As the impetus for the evening in question, I would endorse the old clubhouse as an inductee into my personal list of national historic sites.