How do you get thousands of ladies to willingly climb an endless staircase in 5 inch heels? Charge em' cover and call it VIP baby. *ba dum tsssk*
5 things to contemplate while climbing the stairs:
- If God ever gave a sign to stop smoking, this would be it.
- I should drink less. Hundreds of heels clanking on metal echoing endlessly is giving me a headache.
- Why did I come here? Why did I just fork over $60 for this torture?
- Is this how cows feel when they are forced to walk down the metal ramp to be slaughtered?
- Oh I'm finally here! Praise the lord.......wait don't I have to get out of this club the same way?
Must be some kind of sick joke for whomever designed this thing. And just to make you lose even more pounds, they neglect to turn on the AC when you get up to the club. Little to no crowd control, they cram as much people as they can in here and there isn't room anywhere to stand or dance. The venue itself is undeniably gorgeous though.
The dayclub is much more fun, music is awesome and the party doesn't stop. The downfall is the lack of space (again) and the water is slimy, isn't this place suppose to be new? The waitresses are easy on the eyes, drinks are yummy. Oh, they also let senior citizens party here, and dance on the podium. Seniors in skimpy bikinis in the middle of the pool, only can be witnessed at the Marquee day club. Bravo Marquee, only you have the balls to let this kind of stuff happen. I applaud you.
The good pretty much even out the bad. I still come here for the shock and awe factor.