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| - Tryst was awesome. The bouncers, however, were the polar opposite (with the exception of one whose name I wish I got!). We went here for my girlfriends bachelorette and had a ball.
The club itself is gorgeous. I loved the red decor, the plush couches, even the layout of the bathroom! And hello, that waterfall is amazing. The music was AWESOME - we were dancing all night. If I wasn't wearing heels, I would've danced a lot more! The drinks were standard for Vegas pricing.
The bouncers really need to get over themselves. I was scolded for checking to see where the Guest List was. The guy accused me of trying to let myself into the club. Um, I wasn't anywhere near the entrance. I was standing in line and leaned over to look for someone with a clipboard.
Once inside, I got yelled at for leaning against a wall (not near anyone might I add) to rest my aching feet. I was standing, watching my friends, when he asked me to skootch onto the dance floor. I said no, my feet hurt and I was resting them. I needed a good reason to move. I wasn't causing anyone harm. After stuttering over his words, not giving me a valid reason, the bouncer accused me of trying to inch my way into someone's VIP table. He said the minute he left, I was going to sit down at the table. WHAT?!?!? I was in the middle of the wall, NOT MOVING, leaning on my heels so the balls of my feet could have a break -- a good 2 feet from the table. I gave him a piece of my mind and he left me alone. The kicker is that the table didn't even notice I was there because they literally couldn't see me from where I was standing.
I'll definitely visit Tryst again, but will wear more comfortable shoes this time.
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