Sometimes (okay, pretty often) I run into situations which remind me why I escaped the United States in the first place. Last night was one of them. I went to a club with some friends called Osio in Escazu. I had been there three times before last night, but wasn’t able to get in. It’s one of those places where people crowd to the door outside and wait to get “chosen” by the bouncers for the honor of entering (while still having to pay the cover, of course).

Last night I was with a friend who knew one of the bouncers. We got in right  away. And let me tell you, there was nothing special about this place. Basically one not-so-big room, snobby people and over-priced drinks. For instance, we were able to get a table, but we had to spend a $100 minimum. Not that any of us even sat down. I’m not sure why they wanted the table. I guess it’s probably a prestige thing for some of them.

But it was easy to meet the minimum. One bottle of Chivas Regal whisky alone was $100. We did polish it off though!

I so didn’t move to Costa Rica to wait in line for the chance to be chosen to get into a place like that though. First of all, I hate the whole “you have to be good enough to get in” attitude. But for crying out loud, this ain’t New York folks! Get real!

I think I’ll stick to my hole-in-the-wall places where people are friendly and talk to me.