Europhile: C'est ma vie!

Let's Do the Time Warp - Clubbing

I knew we weren’t in Kansas, err, Washington, D.C. any more, when I noticed the sweaty guy in the green tank top up on stage getting down to Madonna. Arms flailing, hair matted to his head, singing as loud as he could, he was having the time of his life. And he wasn’t the only one.

A short description of the different kinds of dancers I’ve come across in my travels.

Washington, DC. I paid a $25 cover to get in here. I’m certainly not going to mess up my Versace suit by dancing. I am much, much too cool to dance.

Boulder, Colorado. What are those guys wearing? Are those JEANS? Who would wear jeans to a club? Hiking pants are the only thing to wear out, man, where else are you going to put your stash??

Florence, Italy. (Standing in front of the mirror) Ooh, look at you, sexy. Si, si, you look so buonissimo. I think I will buy you a sambuca. Va bene.

Dublin, Ireland. Right, so, one more pint, then I’ll go throw some shapes at that bird. If I time it right, I won’t even have to dance, I’ll just walk out and pick her up as she falls into my arms, like. Brilliant.

Amsterdam, Netherlands (reported by Erica). I wonder why everyone is moving away from me? Ah, they are just giving me space to dance. I wish I had an extra hand, holding both of these beers makes it hard to dance with – whoops! Spilled more beer!

Prague, Czech Republic. I don’t know if everyone can hear me, I should sing louder! “WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, IT’S LIKE A LITTLE PRAYER, I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES…”. I wonder what the words mean. Hm. I’m glad I took off my shoes and wore a tank top because it’s sure hot in here!

I think maybe it’s something about the people here. They’re without pretense. They don’t dress fancy, and they don’t fault you if you don’t either. They don’t all make a lot of money, so they don’t worry about spending it on nice clubbing clothes. They are some of the nicest, most intellectual yet most down-to-Earth people I've met. They rock. Even if they do it to Madonna from time to time.

posted by europhile @ 08:00