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I didn't realize why at the time, but at the line the crowd felt a bit... "Dramatic" to me. Like a casting call line for a Jersey Shore set. I had a strong urge to punch someone, in particular the weirdos with the neon glasses or one of the "bros" with Affliction shirts.
I did not like the crowd AT ALL! I don't like how they talk, how they dress, how they look or their retarded conversation subjects. Who really wants to hear some "logical" debate about weed legalization for the 15th millionth fucking time? Their personalities rubbed off as a chronic liar. And drug addict.
Inside the club, some random lady BODY-SLAMMED into one of my female friends ON PURPOSE! What the fuck? She will tear out your smooth lotion-ney throat with her damn teeth if you fucking cross her again!
Now I wrote rave reviews of XS, because of their great production budgets, lineups, and most importantly, CIVILITY! But I can't say the same for Marquee, because its a lot of flash, money and big name DJs, but literally nothing about the quality of the people that come in here.
When I went down the second level outside of the hip hop room for a smoke, these two spun out looking cougar ladies wouldn't stop poking me with those padded glow sticks. They tried starting conversations with me while failing pretty badly, and a lot of what they are saying they realized they were offending me (they came off as "rude"). Then the girls I came with found me and rescued me.
There was a HUMUNGOUS and hot amazon lady that kept staring at me on the main level. Now, I like a lady I can piggy-back all the way to the bedroom (or in other cases, being carried all the way up there LOL), but as I approached her I immediately got intercepted by these seriously nasty looking meth head women that were really aggressive in "breaking the ice" with me. In like... 40 seconds they asked me where I am from, what do I do, and whether or not I can take a picture with them. When they finally are gone, Xena was no where to be found :(
But the WORST part of the club is THE STAIRS!
We had a nice, calm, elevator ride IN the club. But to get out, and that goes for all of you, you must take THE STAIRS. It's EIGHT levels of not tripping over drunk bitches that can't walk in heels (and forgot their sandals).
There were bitches that decided to sit and lounge at THE STAIRS!!! Get the fuck out the way, your holding up traffic!
When I woke up today I thought over about what I experienced at Marquee the day before. Then it hit me. Half the people inside the club were HIGH! The flushed faces, bloodshot eyes, sunken Crypt Keeper like cheekbones, ridiculously stupid and creepy behavior, and seeing bouncers escorting people out the exit every 5 minutes. Apparently there is ALOT of dope flowing through this venue.
On my way out to the parking garage elevators, this dumb midget motherfucker tried to block my way with his hand for "one of his bros" that was staggering around like an idiot. I blew right past him for being an ass, and he started stumbling.
I fucking hate Cosmopolitan and the Marquee. This is the spot where scumbags hang out and get a quick stay at the Clark County Jail.
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