So a friend of mine recently got back from a super short stint in the States, jet setting from Coast to Coast, and returning with a wad of culture shock stories in tow. Among the myriad of Venice Beach “it is actually what it looks like in the movies – there are people totally pumping iron on the shore and groups of ‘sex kittens’ parading bikini bodies on roller skates down the promenade" – and Disneyland – they went during off season so they could go on every ride and it was Amazing – stories, we finally settled into tales from the more culturally sound area of Brooklyn, New York.
Spending the majority of his trip in this particular burrough he divulged the type of social culture they uphold, in relation to music and partying and general community atmosphere, which ended up partially explaining why this area has recently become a mecca for creative pursuits.
It basically boiled down to the simple but often overlooked nuance of supporting ones friends rather than supporting ones party at all costs. So Brooklanders would pay cover charges, arrive before the bands played, and consistently turn out to nights that were more organically community focused chill out times.
Don’t get me wrong (or him – he was actually there after all) on the nights they party, they party – think free pouring shots when mixing drinks and cocktails (read: uber strong and dangerous) but they are also consistently supportive of almost every event taking place.
Anyway, this friend came back super morose. Wellington is the same size as Brooklyn – the Cuba Street and surrounding areas anyway – and yet the only time people go out is after midnight on a Wednesday, Friday or Saturday, refusing to pay cover charge, missing bands, and generally just being obnoxious drunks.
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