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| - I had the awkward situation of going to Vegas with my husband, my recently-divorced dad, and his new girlfriend. His girlfriend likes to dance, with is fine with me, so we went here because this is the "discotheque" she liked last time they came to Vegas.
It's House of Blues. You know... it's more of a concert venue than really a club, but whatever. I was exhausted, but we still stood in line about 30 minutes to get in. Right before we got in, the girls in front of us handed free passes to my dad and his girlfriend. So they got to get in for free, dang it, and we had to pay $25. I was kind of pissed about this, because I could have just easily danced to Montell Jordan outside the club as in, but after a few minutes, a band started to pay called the Spazmatics (spelling?)
The Spazmatics really made the night a lot better. They were four guys pretending to be super nerdy. Boris, the Czech-exchange student on the bass, wore exceedingly embarrassing tight little shorts with his white oxford/sweater vest/bowtie. Others had slightly larger shorts, but had weird glasses or sweatbands instead. So funny. The were an 80s cover band, and the singer was surprisingly versatile, and the band had some really hilarious banter between songs stemming from the nerdy costumes and personas. They never broke character, insisting we say "HECK YEAH" when we liked a song so we didn't "have to put a dollar in the swear jar." I'm glad HOB booked these guys, because they saved my quickly-starting-to-suck-night!
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