Clubs. How I love to hate them.

Let me begin this post by apologizing for the background picture of this blog. I don't think the "heroin addict's apartment" feel was really what I was going for. I will attempt to change it but all the editing options are in incomprehensible spanish.
Clubs- the fogged up cesspools that so douchily don the names Sutton, Duvet, and Opium are the epitome of the wasted American youth abroad. Do not get me wrong, I appreciate a good night at the club as much as anyone, but it is a matter of quality over quantity. I have been semi-successful at shooting down nightly club excursions by opting for hearty nights in the beer halls, but sometimes it is just unavoidable. It is comparable to a new age interpretation of Hemingway's "A Well Lighted Place." In it, Hemingway proclaims his distaste for places that try too hard to establish an atmosphere. He argues that they are not intellectually or socially stimulating. The same may go for the current club scene. I will take a pitcher of beer and a soccer game over a 15 dollar gin and tonic and a washed up stripper dancing in an over-sized martini glass. Yet there are hoards of people who just can't get enough.
 My classes are filled with New Jersey bred, Penn State educated, finance majors who swap rehashed club stories every morning. I am not sure what is fading quicker- the sides of their crew cuts or their chances at a decent job. Not only are these kids spending 200 euro a night, but by doing so they are sleeping through the day and not touring the city. I believe in the "to each his own" mentality but that is nothing but a waste of an experience. On a similar note, since when is it acceptable to wear a deep v with a blazer? Those douche bags don't get called out but when I tie my wind-breaker around my waste it is as if I just contracted leprosy. If these are our ambassadors to Europe, then I am deeply embarrassed to be American. They are ignorant to any world history or culture and they have inane, 8th grade based humor. I have already come to appreciate how fantastic the Mid-West really is.