Bucks night in Zurich

What do you reckon a swiss guy would get up to for his bucks night in Zurich ?

I was curious to find out and when the invitation came last week it as a chance too good to refuse.

Until last Friday all I knew was it would be in Zurich with no other details. Then on Saturday morning the text message came through that we would meet in no other place than the bastion of bachelorhood, Hooters. Who would have thought there would be a hooters bar in conservative old Zurich anyway. Perfect place start to a memorable bucks night I thought. 

I had never been to a hooters bar before and had visions of ample bosomed ladies in tight t shirts serving with interminable smiles on their face while we slammed down beers and ate ribs with our bare hands while telling coarse jokes at the top of our voices.  Yes it would be a good old boys night with a huge hangover to take home. By this stage I had been living in the small; village of Cham where a big event is when someone does not put their recycling in the right receptacle.   I could not wait to get on the train to hit the big smoke and cut loose.

You know how it is disappointing when you build something up in your mind only to find that the reality is, well, not what you expected.  Then I can tell you don't expect much from Hooters in Zurich because the reality is there were no tall blond ample bosomed ladies in tight t shirts and the place was full of families and birthday sing alongs and cheesy american conga dance for the kids. How can this happen, how could Hooters become just another family restaurant?

We had two beers, watched the conga line dance, ate dinner civilly and talked about cars and sport. There was six of us and the common link was to asia. Each guy had either worked in Asia or had asian girlfriend or wife. right then I wanted to be back in Asia I can tell you.

We left Hooters for the next stage which was in a real bar with our names on the door list controlled by big bouncers and a door bitch. There was music, and on arrival we met the hens party. The bride to be had at least eight of her friends at the table with bottles of gin, vodka, red bull, coke, tonic and cranberry juice. At least someone was having a big night and all of us boys looked on pathetically at how we had missed our big warm up chance.

Undeterred we helped the ladies empty their almost finished bottles while they took hundreds of photos with their new digital cameras. Unfortunately we had just arrived too late to catch up and we could just watch while everyone else got hammered and did some of the funniest dancing I have seen.

After catching a ride home with the buck asleep in the back of the car, it was late but I was in pretty good condition so I thought I would go for a ski the next day....and try something Switzerland would be more famous for.