My bestie and I went to the W last night after very briefly attending the grand opening event at the Escape Lounge in DC Ranch [yuck- The crowd there was way too old and the music was boring]. Then we went to Martini Ranch where we had to pay a $5 cover and only stayed for one drink.
Our first impression of the W was skewed by having to wait for a (good looking) bouncer to remove the rope to let us enter. What was that about? Thankfully there was no cover, but the one and only drink I bought after a long wait (cranberry & house vodka) cost $10! That more than made up for the no cover to get in.
The patio upstairs was packed with people in their mid to late twenties wearing their best clubbing attire. My friend and I were thankful we had worn our black "cocktail" dresses in preparation for the grand opening at Escape so, even though we were older than the majority of the crowd, we fit right in.
The infinity edged pool (which no one is allowed to swim in at night) was beautiful and set a nice backdrop for the evening atmosphere.
A DJ played blah blah club music outside and a few people danced under the stars. It was gorgeous out , not a cloud in the sky and the temperature perfect.
There are two bars upstairs. Both were very crowded and took a long time to get served. What's up with all the oblivious people who just stand at the bar after ordering their drinks, blocking the way for people who want to order. Go away!!
The evening was rather uneventful with little to report. I spent a lot of it playing with my new Droid Incredible while my friend and her "date" chatted it up.
One guy asked me to use his cell phone to take a picture of himself with two snobby-looking chicks. The dark haired chick shoved her camera at me without a word. Excuse me?? Manners? I am NOBODY's slave, Princess! While I was taking the picture(s), I got major attitude from the frizzy haired bimbo who turned out to be "Unique" from the reality show "For the Love of Ray Jay". I almost bitch slapped her after she kept looking away from the camera saying she wasn't ready for the picture as if I was on HER time. Excuse me biatch, but the guy you were with (some loser fan???) asked ME to take your picture. It sure as heck wasn't MY idea. Talk to the hand- end of story.
We left before closing...that's about it.....I probably won't be back