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| - Surrender your money and possibly some dignity at this place.
Honestly, were it not for the company I was in and alcohol - I would've gone out in a blaze of f-bombs all the way through the big ass pool, which by the way, you are not allowed in - so it seems like a big waste of space.
Truth, this place is over the top nice, good DJ, and a mesmerizing go-go dancer. So why the shitastic review you ask?
Our group got here around 10:30, waited in line...the bouncers were hassling our boys about their shoes. Bouncer - "you won't be able to get in, unless you go change your shoes, so you either go change your shoes or you can wait in line and not get in". J - "well, I'm going to stay in line and get in." At this point, the bouncer leaves us. He comes back because I guess he's mad we are still in line and makes us all get out.
My friend's friend gets here to escort us all in, but the power tripping bouncer is really pissed and tries to summon all his bouncer pals to stop us from getting in. I understand he was trying to do his job and enforce the dress code, but he proceeded to ask all the guys in our group how much their shoes cost. Are you fucking serious?! They were all wearing $100+ shoes, but to allow entry, maybe you should just ask us about our annual income or how much money we are planning to blow at this club?
Well, nuts to them because we all got in. Girls got in free, but guys had to pay $40. We really could've left, but because we went through all that crap, we were hell bent on going in, so here we are. Everyone is fucking pissed and unhappy with a burning desire to tell the bouncers to 'SUCK IT!" Maybe that was just me, but anyway, it was a miserable half-hour to an hour.
Tick tock...alcohol ensues and all is right with the world again, the night was salvaged and everyone ended up having a fucking awesome time.
Two stars for providing the expensive alcohol and space, but the rest, it was all us.
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