I noticed that rich girls in South American clubs are harsher than rich girls in American clubs. One time I was in a “posh” Brazilian club with a cover band singing English songs, said something casual in English to some cute girls near by, and got flat-out dissed, even though they were singing along to the song. The bitchiness level of some well-to-do Colombian and Brazilian girls can be very surprising. I think part of it is that rich people in poor countries have a chip on their shoulder and want to prove they’re as big and bad as someone from the U.S. or Europe. They resent that they live in a developing country that many people still label “third-world.”
Easy solution: Do not step inside a club that has more than a $5 US cover. I’m rolling into clubs with $20 covers and wondering why I’m having challenging nights, but then I go into a casual bar and do great off the bat. The more expensive the South American club, the worser I do. If you balk at the cover charge then imagine what the average Brazilian or Colombian or whomever thinks about it. The only problem is that it’s tough finding those fun local bars, as guidebooks and internet sites usually spit out the expensive venues.
I think lower middle class bars and clubs are a good compromise between quality and easiness. It’s true those rich clubs have the hottest girls, but if you’re just passing by the city odds are that won’t be the source of a bang, especially without some sort of introduction or “in” to get the ball rolling. The girls there don’t give a shit you’re a gringo. Of course they’re always exceptions, but the one place your exotic gringo status is neutralized is a place where rich assholes hang out at. If the ratio of drunk guys wielding champagne bottles to hot girls exceeds 0.5, buckle down for a long night. And if you see someone with an iPhone, leave immediately.
Postscript: A Brazilian has informed me that a new iPhone costs around $1,200 in Brazil, based on today’s exchange rate.
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