Growing up in the US, there are certain paradigms ingrained in my brain. For one, you don't smoke inside, usually. And especially as of lately, you don't smoke in a club.
So, to my surprise, and perhaps ignorance, I was caught quite off guard last night.
Entering a segmented club, there was a clear "smoking" and "non smoking" dance floor. In the smoking dance room, one was elbow-to-cigarette, hoping your neighbor would not get too 'jiggy with it,' thus marking and burning you with their Marlborough.
It took me back to a romanticized age of smoke filled bars, a complete throwback to something I never expected.
It honestly cracked me up exchanging a lighter with a stranger, and the use of the dance floor as an ashtray! It was an alternate universe, so far from the sparkling Swiss streets.
Yet even in the perhaps non smoking dance floor, every so many songs, one still goes out and smokes.
(And I was told this sort of thing didn't exist anymore!)
To be frank, I thought it was lovely.
Everyone was so much more comfortable, amiable, and calmed.
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