Breaking it Down

At Syracuse, the social scene revolves around Marshall Street bars or frat row for the underaged and those without the fake identification. A typical Thursday night for a senior in college entails a pre-game (pre drinking) rendezvous at an off campus house and a trek down to Chuck's sports bar for $1.50 bottle night, followed by Friday happy hour at the Sheraton for free pizza and wings. Next is chucks again for $3.50 pitchers. And this all before Saturday begins. It got me thinking about how this sort of lifestyle was not very appealing while in Florence, yet is all I seem to live for these days. Well, that's a stretch but it's safe to see most seniors in college live weekend to weekend, holding on to their last moments of no real world responsibilities and financial pressure to succeed.

Via Guiseppe Verde became my new Marshall along with twenty other winding cobblestone paths. Kikuya bar was my new Chuck's, only bud lights were replaced with Dragoons, some sort of sweet beer concoction with an extremely high alcohol contend mixed with deliciousness. Let's just say after one, I somehow became "fluent" in Italian.

But what differed most was the club scene: overpriced drinks, overpriced cover, but never too high of a price for fun. Back in Italy, dancing was the social scene-whether it was with some macho Italiano or the American in your Italian class, or even against the Florence locals. The two best clubs were YAB (young and beautiful) and Space Electronica. Swap out fist pumping Jersey Shore guidos for some hardcore Florentines with some spunk in their step.

Let's just say the music may be the same, but these Italians know how to get down.

Thoughts on opening a club on the SU hill?