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| - The first night in Vegas we were looking for something to do. Gambling, dueling pianos, club, something. Being that NYNY was so close to us (relative term by the way!! I was frozen by the time we got there, but it seemed close at the time) we thought we'd check out dueling pianos. Well, it was packed. More than club packed packed. So, we bump into some club wristband handing out guy who escorts us to Rok to get us wrist bands and whatnot to come in and out for free. We like that word. It was smaller, and kind of packed, but comfortable enough to have a drink and drop it drop it low girl. The beers were only $7 and I've gotten more ripped off in Vegas, so I decided it was acceptable. The music was interesting. Things I liked mushed with things I wasn't as fond of, but it somehow worked. When one girl's friend showed up, who was of the male persuasion and was told he would have a $25 cover, we decided to go. So it was a semi-short and sweet visit to Rok... Until Saturday came along.
After a day of buffet, bingo and Ka, we decided we did not get enough dancing the night before and it was on like donkey kong. After finding no interest in other local clubs, we headed back to NYNY to find more free wrist bands in order to have a backup in case we found nothing. I swear that was the backup plan. Well this time around we were there three hours earlier and found out from 10:30-11:30 there was free champagne, but more important, $5 beers. Ha HAAAA! Backup plan was immediately upgraded to plan. After a trip back to the room and some getting a cab drama, we were back with 20 minutes to spare before my beer deal was done! And I really do have to give it to the bartenders. Most of the time you can't get a second of their time, but the guy I was ordering from all night was super attentive to everyone- girls and guys alike. Also, I was still getting $5 beers post 11:30. Very appreciated.
We had a fabulous time, but there was a little weirdness beyond the music. Such as, guys in vests. Or just the amount of guys period. I can understand why they do their best to get girls in, because there just were not a lot of ladies in there. The coed bathrooms were a little strange to me at first, but while we were waiting for one of our girlfriends, we started watching guys go in and come out and not wash their hands. Gross. We attempted to educate them as they tried to escape the embarrassment, but I don't think they appreciated it. And every other guy that was in line after that sure did wash his hands, so we did some good in the world.
So even with the cheaper beers and fabulous time, I am still only tossing this guy a 3 1/2 which is getting rounded down to a 3 because it was smaller than I would like, I didn't love the music, and the crowd it attracts is just strange. But as we proved Saturday night, if there wasn't anything else we wanted to do, I would go again.
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