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| - This place is so douchey it's unbelievable...but I keep saying to myself about everything from this trip "It's Vegas, what else do you expect?!"
Vegas is like one big magnet for Tap Out and Affliction shirts, tramp stamps, lucite heels...you name it, you find it here! But, that's another story. (Excuse me, where can I write a review for the whole city of Las Vegas?!)
Would never frequent this type of joint at home, but "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" so I figured I'd stop in for the Vanilla Ice concert while we were here. Yes, I'll admit proudly, I'm a child of the 90's!
The promoter who gave us free wristbands and escorted us to the front of the line was awesome, but the door staff that work for the venue were total jerks on a power trip. They didn't want to speak with anyone, make eye contact, or be of any help what-so-ever.
Hey, we're a group of fine lookin' ladies dressed to the nines, here to party and spend some cash on over priced drinks. Why do you keep letting in the old fogies and under dressed?
Finally, after about 5-10 minutes, I caught the eye of a guy ogling my lady lumps and told him we were ready to go in. Thankfully, he obliged without saying a single word. Silence is golden, especially when he's lifting the velvet rope.
The last girl in with our group claims her Kim Kardashian was grabbed on the way in, by whom, we don't know...but I've got my eyes on the slick haired Napoleon behind the computer.
In short, the venue is tiny, the bar is overrun and the drinks of course... are overpriced. SHOCKER! They were charging $10 for something slightly larger than a Dixie cup of Champagne, from a bottle of Andre which is about $4.99 a bottle at any local convenience station.
By the end of the night we were on a first name basis with the staff inside (yeah, we're just a bunch of midwest gals at heart) and were asked to come back again on Sunday night, but passed....there is only so much Rok one can handle in a lifetime; and I'm pretty sure I've met my limit.
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