Bars

I’m growing to love bars. The concept was lost on me prior to living in France. I thought, “Why pay double for a beer so that I can sit and talk? I can drink beer at home and talk.”

There was a time when I thought going out was pointless if there wasn’t a dance floor. I still feel this way about Friday and Saturday night. We can start the night in a bar, but I like to finish on the dance floor.

Going out is capitalist and bourgeoisie, but I for example am not allowed to have guests in my dorm past 11pm. Boy guests are absolutely forbidden. Thus, going out has moved up on the priority list. There are other benefits though. The person going out can control when they arrive and when they leave. This is particularly important on week nights. If you invite someone to your house, you open yourself to a longer night than expected.

Additionally the energy changes when one goes out. Maybe I’m too much of a busy body but home seems a little to normal, to comfortable. When I’m home I automatically slip into my quiet self. Inviting people over seems to go against the grain.

By contrast when I go out the environment is stimulating. My friends are their, and I might unexpectedly run into other acquaintances or I could meet new people. Crowed watching is always a highlight. I adore hellos, good-byes, and laughing. My absolute favorite thing to see is singing and dancing in bars not specifically designed for such activities. So, cheers to bars!