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| - We went here after being disappointed at Moon @ The Palms. It was my friend's birthday and we wanted to enjoy ourselves. They don't have some stupid elevator. The bouncers are nice. Usually they have a huge line. That night they didn't. Apparently this is where the celebrities go...?
I'm not a big fan of the whole white thing. Everything is white. I wonder how many drinks were dropped on their white couches. Duuuuumb. The DJ is in a weird spot and it allows for no interaction. I hate that.
The bartenders are horrible here. They cannot manage to help people out. They don't acknowledge you. Hey asshole, you want a good tip? Oh, that's too bad.
The music here was just right. I have a hard time going to clubs because they never get the music right for me.
The guys here are way too eager.
The second I stepped on the dancefloor with my friend this guy starts throwing $1 bills in the air. I managed to get like 10 of them. SWEET. That's almost a drink. But then this is supposed to mean it's okay for him to grind on me? Okay, maybe for 10 seconds. Then we were leaving the dance floor to get a drink and bumped into 2 guys that asked us to dance. Sure, whatever. They weren't 7' tall or 5' tall (which is the majority of the male crowd, what the hell? I'm 5'7" - get it together!).
Got tired of them, some Asian guy came from VIP and invited us up there. They have fans up there, that's the plus. A giant fan to stand in front of. I think they keep it hot in there on purpose. Bottle service is ridiculous. Might as well take a whole month's pay from me.
That guy and his friends were boring...left.
Ran into two nice guys from Philly and they were the only ones to buy us drinks. We got hammered and danced like crazy (people need dance lessons or something...they don't even move).
I took my shoes off earlier because the dancefloor is so damn sticky you can't even move your feet. Plus, I'm sure there were gum remnants on my shoe from the shit I stepped in at Moon earlier. Gross, but I was drunk and wanted to dance. The bouncer told me to put them back on.
BIG minus:
The bathroom location. Are you kidding me? It looks like a dark tunnel, you have to cross the dancefloor and DJ, get to the back, and pass the VIP people. The bouncer has to shine a flashlight on the floor for you.
I don't know about you, but when I drink and dance I have to pee like mad. Yeah, that's right. And I don't have time to find my way through a sea of dancing drunk people. Might as well pop a squat on the dancefloor (I've heard some stories, this isn't out of the ordinary).
Solid 3 stars for the music and the people. Blue balls galore! *cough* And my stiff long island tea.
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