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| - I went on Tuesday, 8/4/2009.
I got in free, because I am a local female. Other than that nicety, my visit to studio 54 was a complete waste of time.
The crowd disappointed me on every front. On all sides of me girls danced bowlegged in ill-fitting "fuck me" heels. They were seized upon by rumpled, dog-faced men, who swept their selected partner into the seething dance floor. For all the inter-gender friction and froth, there wasn't a talented dancer among the bunch. Just sad, spastic dry humping.
Ages ranged from 21-35. I saw some totally wasted white single females wandering around like newborn foals, so if that's what tickles your pickle, have at it.
The drink I ordered was strong, and reasonably priced by Vegas standards. I have to hand it to the bartenders. They move like well oiled machines.
Although the venue itself was pretty, and looked like it had the potential for fun, I couldn't get into the place. Think a dressed-up warehouse feel: exposed pipes, steel grating, neon, a giant disco ball, and video screens. As for the extensive lighting system, the DJ seemed clueless. He only used it to about 1/4 of its ability.
Their female go-go dancers need to switch to light beer, or something. I'm all about girls with curves, but no one likes cheese. Protip: if your gut stops dancing 4 seconds after the rest of your body, you probably shouldn't be spending your evenings scantly clad, gyrating on a podium. I understand that these bouncing muffin-top girls were probably Studio 54's go go B-squad. It was a Tuesday night, after all. But still. Ladies. PLEASE.
The one male go go was perfectly chiseled and entirely forgettable.
I might have stuck around if it weren't for the music.
I loathe rap. I hate hip hop. I detest R and B. And that is all the DJ played while I was there. Ick. I'm cool with small doses of that kind of music. Hell, as long as every other song is rock or electronic, I'm game.
When are DJ's going to get the message that not everyone wants to booty-bounce all night? I know I must sound old saying that, but I'm not. I'm a smokin'-hot 23 year old female. I'm the demographic they should be trying to attract.
Overall, I'd say that an evening at Studio 54 is about as entertaining as your average dorm kegger, but without the thrill of the cops showing up.
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