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We basically waited for 3 minutes or so to get into this club with our little VIP passes. We weren't even in a line. At the top of the stairs is this bizarre upholstered volcano. You go around the Volcano and immediately go down a sweeping staircase right into the dance floor. Ummm couldn't we have cut the stairs out all together and just made a walk way right into the club? Poor planning.
If they had inverted the club's dance floor, it would be like Vanity, which has a great layout. No, instead, the put the dancefloor right where the entrance is, so the dancefloor is packed with people snaking through to get to the bar or other side of the room. Stupid. A dance floor should be used for dancing, not as a highway to get to the rest of the areas in the club.
The place was so incredibly packed with gross-os that it was difficult to move. Some guy, while we were walking through, came up from behind and kissed Jen on the cheek. She never even saw him. Weird. The place was so packed that it was difficult to move so when we got a text saying the group was on their way to Haze, we gladly bounced up outt of there.
Pretty club, poor design, too many people. Next!
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