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| - Does this look like a luxury Vegas nightclub or the scarce-used exit of a run-down medical building? http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/WUq8HJHIZU4uteB154XN7w?select=JvT5VYkd_3HHLnrljGKv7w
I'm not big on clubs in general, but when in Vegas, I like to do my hair, put on a short dress, and go dance until my quads give out. My first night of this same trip, I had a great time at XS - I'm not just an old lady grumbling about clubs.
I am grumbling that this particular club, due to its status as Vegas's newest, is an unenjoyable clusterfuck, with people packed like rats onto strangely small dance floors. We tried to maneuver our way onto the floor in the only area playing hip hop, and we couldn't even get our elbows in. Elsewhere, the music was bad and weird, with lots of irritating house and techno.
The best parts of the club were the outdoor areas, and Marquee gets that extra star because I liked the pool and the surrounding tables. Of course, after a certain hour, you need to sign over your firstborn before you get to use a table, but I suppose if you're not too attached to your DNA the space is nice. The outdoor areas are also fairly breathable, and some of the views are wonderful. It was a cold night when I went, so I suppose I didn't get to enjoy these things thoroughly. I also didn't really mind a random balcony we found, where we were able to take off our shoes and observe the dance floor. But it wasn't glamorous, and it wasn't really part of the designated club experience.
Probably also not a part of that experience? Those ridiculous bleacher stairs. Marquee is huge, like several stories high, and the night we went, the elevators were down. From what I understand, even when they're operable, it's sometimes better to take the stairs. To which I respond - what? Then why does the stairwell look like the kind of shady back-of-the-building place where a girl in high heels might be murdered? And more relevant to most - why am I expected to take these stairs in five inch heels, so that I almost eat shit by skidding off a step in front of the people in Marquee, who number in the thousands?
Anyway, if you must check out the hottest new club in Vegas blah blah blah, go for it. If you're a girl, you're still best off if you know someone, and if that someone likes you, you can get in free. If you're a boy, that same someone will still charge you $45. We had no hassle getting in, which makes it even more amazing that I didn't have the time of my life. (I also spent $0 inside, having pre-gamed in the hotel room and at dinner.) We went early, and if you are inclined to check this place out, do show up as soon as you can. Get a stamp and go to dinner if you have to - they won't guarantee your reentry, but it worked fine for us.
While I won't be surprised if I find myself back here, I can say with confidence that it will not be my choice. Marquee's infestation of people and parking lot stairs really turned me off, and I will have to be plied with vodka before I'm willing to return. I suppose in Vegas, though, that can easily be arranged.
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