"Walk into the club like 'What up, I got a big cock"
That's what it seriously feels like here.
It all started pretty good because one of my friends had talked to a promoter earlier in the day and told him there were about 7-8 girls and only 3 guys. So our numbers were right.
It took a bad turn when we ran into a douchey bouncer who told us to walk around the line even though he could've easily unhinged the velvet rope to let us line up.
The guy who checked our I.D.'s was in high spirits though so that negated d-bag #1.
We bypass this incredibly long line and check in at the front desk. We got our hands stamped and even some free complimentary drink cards.
As soon as we head down the stairs, this amazing ass pimp status waterfall behind the DJ booth is just sort of saying "Welcome, bitches... Enjoy."
The drink prices are pretty pricey but it's Vegas, after all....
After a brief stint on the dance floor, one of my buddies disappears. Apparently, while drunk, he ordered bottle service.
Then we get hit on by cougars. Which was cool as hell. Then I start dancing on this wooden platform by our table. One cute girl from across the way sees me and I blow her a kiss and she catches it.
How does this happen? Vegas. And a super cool ass club like this.