While searching for the ticket counter to Stomp Out Loud at Planet Hollywood, hubby and I were approached by some random guy who apparently thought we were dressed nicely enough to get into Prive. He stuffed wristbands into our hands, completely ignored our protests that we don't go to nightclubs, and stumped off to harass other people.
*look up at Prive with its impressive facade and gigantor video screens"
"look back at dude in his skeezy hoodie and pants so baggy they might have been holding 24 hours worth of doo-doos"
All in favor of giving this place a miss ... aye! Motion carries, moving on!