Hanging out at Pure to catch a glimpse of the one hit K-Pop wonder Psy felt akin to being shuttled around like cattle. I think the goal was to pack in as many people as humanely possible before a serious fire hazard became a possibility. The normal Vegas crowd (read: scantily dressed ) was queued out in front. We were on the guest list (thanks to my brother- I'm not cool enough for that) so thankfully we didn't have to wait with said crowd.
As soon as we entered I was thrilled I didn't have to pay for this debaucle. The architect who designed the club should be banned from ever designing a club again. Super cramped with huge support columns throughout the club. It was incredibly awkward, difficult to discern where the actual dance floor was, and we were all forced to gawk at the VIP section (smack dab in the middle), who had loads of space to spare (bastards). The last thing I want to look at is a bunch of half naked hooches gyrating to some terrible pop dance hit. Ugg my eyes were burning...They kept trying to shuttle around the crowds so everytime we tried to find a place to stand, security tried to move us over. At one point I asked the security guard where he wanted us to go and he smiled and said good question. Even he recognized the absurdity of the situation. Please don't bother paying for this club. Its a joke..