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Why Coppers Is Teenage Disco For College Students

We all know the story. The minute you got your hands on a fake ID the days of the teen discos were behind you. Bigger, better and brighter places lay ahead of you. Okay maybe it was just your local pub that managed to turn itself into a ‘’nightclub’’ every Saturday night. There may be reason to believe that attending Coppers in your body-con dress is not as far from the teenage disco days as we would like to believe. Sure, your parents aren't outside to collect you and yeah you might use soft drinks as a mixer now and you're not  of the belief that Basshunter is king but nonetheless  some similarities still exist. What similarities you may ask? Well here they are. These are the reasons why Coppers could be described as a teenage disco for us college students.

It is shifting central 

Now I know that within every nightclub shifting is definitely an important component. Coppers however is renowned for shifting. It is two am and dotted around the entire nightclub are people getting it on. Shifting the faces of each other in the middle of the dance floor, beside the bathrooms, beside the bar etc. Just like that foroige disco you went to years ago, you find yourself against a wall that is dripping in condensation playing tonsil hockey with some randomer you just met. Your friend is standing right beside you and you’re pretty sure she is shifting the randomer's friend.  Sure the shift is the shift. How very 2007 of you.

The Music 

Aside from the serial shifting that takes place in Coppers, the music also has the teenage disco vibe. Okay so you may not be doing shots to DJ Cammy but the tracks being played definitely have the nostalgic factor.When  did you find yourself dancing to low by Flo Rida or attempting the Soulja Boy dance? The sense of Déjà vu  is apparent. Exactly you were fourteen and you still had your braces.

It brings out the Bebo Stunnah in you

We all know Bebo was the Bonnie to the teenage discos Clyde. Innocent times where Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook were unknown and we all were busy sharing da luv and pouting our way through the pictures of our nights in the local parish hall. Yes you may have decent pictures taken of yourself and your friends. However there is something about coppers that brings the duck face out in us all. Suddenly your camera is filled with pictures that make you look like a wannabe gangster that is promoting peace. You may be twenty but you are definitely acting like your former  Bebo Stunnah  self. Peace and pout.

 

The Bathrooms:

As you began your night you and your friends were possibly totally dignified with  your lipstick intact and bag under your arm instagraming your night on the tiles. As 3 am creeps in however it's another story. You find yourself running around the bathroom with no idea where your bag is or your shoes for that matter. Your friend is sitting on the sink crying because the guy she usually shifts is shifting someone else. In between pouting at yourself in the mirror you manage to make friends with some strangers that let you borrow some lip-gloss. It’s cramped, hot and there will probably be a screaming match in a minute because you have once again skipped the toilet queue. It's just like you're thirteen again. #thuglife

It seems like you know everyone there

Yes you may not have gone to the same pre drinks party or to same nightclub but everyone ends up in the same place. You meet your best friend’s cousin and that guy you were shifting in the Gaeltacht one summer. This is not necessarily a bad thing it may even capture why some of us look back fondly at our teen disco days.  However it is good to keep in mind that everyone knows what everyone else is getting up to and it feels reminiscent of them Friday night discos that were followed by the Monday morning postmortem in school. The chances of you getting away with doing something ridicules without anyone knowing are slim to none and you spend the next day/days avoiding social situations until you have dealt with the shame.

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Steph, 20, student teacher, cocktail enthusiast and caffeine addict.