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| - It's my friend's bachelorette party. Instead of a quiet, tame slumber party back at our suite, the wedded-to-be decided on a last minute romp to see Tiesto at Hakkasan.
We lined up, $40 later, coupled with a few shots, we marked our spot on the dance floor. The first hour and a half was pleasant then I was ready to leave as it got RIDICULOUSLY crowded, like fire hazard bad. Bodies up against each other that even if you were just swaying to the music, it would've been construed as unsolicited grinding. As I led my gaggle of gals towards an exit, one of the bouncers seemed more concerned that we were trying to crash the VIP section. He kept stamping the super heavy rope divider to maintain his territory-- nevermind that he kept smashing this pole right on top of my sandaled-foot. And nevermind that I was screaming in pain at the top of my lungs in an already noisy club.
Eventually there was someone with a flashlight to clear us through. If you've got bags of money, I'd shell out for VIP. You'll breathe easier, feel more comfortable, and you'll get a great view of the silly little plebes in the pit down below.
In the words of Murtaugh, "I'm getting too old for this sh!t"
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