I imagine entering Hakkasan Nightclub to be like going through Customs Clearance in an International Airport in a land far, far away. I guess security has to be this tight when you're out running a nightclub in Vegas.
They must've checked our IDs twice before entering the club and then gave us two different stamps to our wrists each different time they checked our ID since our identities might have changed from the moment we showed our ID the first time to the second time we needed to show our ID to the guy at the door who was like 15 steps away - maybe 20 if you're in six inch heels and have to take baby steps to keep from trippin yourself up. That's quite the run-on, but I don't think I could have explained it any other way. Anyway, this is Yelp not an English term paper or thesis.
We then had to show our ID again when we paid for our drinks with a credit card at the bar. So that's, count 'em, three times your ID gets checked. Don't bother putting your ID away since you'll just be pulling it out twenty more times.
After all this griping and custom clearance experience, there are the high points:
- Stiff drinks! My vodka tonics were more vodka than tonic. I could barely finish my second one. Not complaining though.
- Music was hot. I'm an 80's baby and grew up to hip hop so they played the jams on the second floor of the club that I didn't bother to go upstairs to see Chainsmokers. I'm sad about it now since it would've been a free show, but the beats won my heart over. Can't fight that feeling.
Lots of space to dance. We got to Hakkasan later than normal people would (like 230am late) and still got in, squeezed our way to the dance floor with drinks in tow and danced the remainder of the night away. They closed at 430am - we shut that place down til the lights came on. Memorable night since closing out a Vegas club is a first for me. Just happy to say I was still standing in a white dress unstained nonetheless. Well, shoot...that's two firsts in one night.
I'm on a roll, I'd say :)