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We arrived at Caesars "fashionably late," late in the sense that we probably should have gotten there about an hour earlier not at 11PM. But, hey we figured shouldn't be to much of a wait, WRONG. There line system well it fails, I think they skipped the elementary instructions of line creation, I don't even think I could count how many different lines I saw and at one point what looked like a line was pretty much like people being herded as cattle bunched up and getting impatient, bad situation my friends.
I make fun of the herded cattle, but MOO, haha. Apparently that bunched of group "line" was the guest list entry. I'd say the figuring out lines situation and the herding moment it took us about an hour to get into Pure, low and behold midnight no more open bar, womp womp.
Upon entry it doesn't look to crowded as your walking down hallways, then there is a people explosion. Downstairs, and my opinion is solely based on downstairs because the whole upstairs was closed off this night. There are three sections: main room in the middle, and two smaller sections one on the left and one to the right. The decor of the club is pretty plain, guess I expected a little more ambiance. And the restroom placement, I don't understand who designed this, they must have a sick-twisted sense of humor. They are located in the furthest possible corner of the main room behind the DJ, requiring you to actually navigate through/across the dance floor, not fun times.
While I cant say I had a completely horrible time here, in all its chaos dancing was done, I just cant say that I'll be attending PURE on a future trip to Vegas.
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