We had table and bottle service here so fortunately we didn't have to wait in line or deal with the BS crowd unless you unfortunately had to pee. Our waitress was nice as were the busboys that ran and got us two packs of smokes for those that were in need.
HOWEVER, people I'm sorry, but I just don't get it. The compulsion to hang out in a club playing a mix that has been in effect since spring break 1998, paying THOUSANDS of dollars just to have your own space so you can sit down for a minute before standing up and gyrating like a stripper again, is crazy. Just CRAZY.
I should note that perhaps I am just too old for this business, but every time I struggled to squeeze my way to the bathroom and got groped by some guido looking for a, well, you know what he was looking for, I questioned anyone's desire to spend this much money to drink over priced booze and get molested. But, hey, I guess for some dropping $650 on a bottle of Vodka while getting pawed by some hag who is lip synching walk like an egyptian is a good time.