Clubbing in Switzerland



I went with Will, one of the only Americans I feel I am becoming close with over here. His abercrombie and fitch frat boy image went over well with the Switalian ladies, as did my northeast preppy look. But unlike will, I did not spend a hundred dollars on alcohol, my complimentary drink that comes along with the 15 dollar covercharge was fine thank you. Club "privlige" was crowded with bankers and businessmen wearing blazers, gold chains and tight jeans. Their skin was paler than the others clubs, a clearer sign of wealth and status in this darker Italian region.

The bartender was cute, and told Will "I will give you a free drink because I am interested in you." the Trick worked, and will bought 10 more drinks until the end of the night, when he said to her "You are beautiful." The bartendress went to kiss her boyfriend.

People were innocent on the dance floor, the crowd was strinkingly middle age, except for the women, most in their 20s. The Switalians are very attractive, well dressing, fit people, for the most part. But they're also very predictable and innocent in a way. Simply by us fumbling around we were recgonizable. Everybody orders a drink the same way here. Everbody dances the same way here. Everybody crosses on the crosswalk the same way here. The Ticenese are fairly homogenous with their olive-white complexions, fur coats and high heals, and turbocharged volkswagens. Will and I danced and ordered drinks like two mustang-driving American college kids, and stuck out like sore thumbs.

Will also wanted me to break out the breakdancing moves, but not that night... I want to be ready for the consquences that follow, and I aint ready yet.

NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com.