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| - I really wanted to like this place, but LAX went down like a plane with half a wing from the moment we arrived.
Getting in:
We arrived a little after midnight with 17 people, 10 of them girls. Even though we had a name on the list, we were still not able to get in. The bouncers, on a power hungry craze, said we could get in A.S.A.P if we bought 3 bottles. That's 3 bottles at $375 each. Round that to the nearest Franklin, divide by 17 college students means that none of us would be going to school next year. He 'saved' us $400 by lowering it to 2 bottles, but we quickly passed the offer. Instead we waited 30 minutes with the rest of the crowd. The bouncers didn't care about forming any sort of queue, but instead admitted people randomly. Guys had to pay $30 cover (we were lucky enough to get $10 off passes, so we paid $20)
Inside:
Really?! They made us walk ALL the way around upstairs, past all the VIP booths and the overly crowded bar just to get to the dance floor, a swarm of 30 year old men, baby-making couples, and college girl clicks. There was pretty much no seating unless you were VIP.
Oh and the DJ sucked. Horrendously
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