La Folie Douce

La Folie Douce is the disco bar on the Bellevarde at the top of the Daille bubble lift, and it is here that every afternoon young (and not so young) party people wave their hands in the air like they just don't care and attempt to not fall off the tables on which they are performing the ol' disco two step (there should be a snowcabulary word to describe dancing whilst wearing ski boots...skancing? skooting? sk'buncing? skuffling?)

There's a VIP section for those who like to do their partying at a slightly elevated level to everyone else (and demonstrate that they have a bit more cash than everyone else) and amongst the many tipples on offer are super sized magnums of champagne for around 10,000 euro a pop (Ok I made that last bit up, but it wouldn't surprise me).

There's a DJ who, when he shows up, pretends to do sound manipulation things but he might just be fiddling with the Karaoke House Grooves section on his mp3 player. Over the generic four to the floor crescendos and breakdowns, an extraordinarily androgynous singer struts his/her stuff (Ok, his) and repeats anthemic chorus lines. And repeats anthemic chorus lines. And repeats anthemic chorus lines.

Ah well, the kids love it. But I can't help thinking that if they actually played some proper songs all the way through, that people knew, they'd have a real party on their hands.

All words here are the made up opinion of the author and do not represent the views of any other individuals or groups.
Hope I don't get sued.