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| - A few months ago, I came home really drunk one night and bought a ticket to see Calvin Harris at Hakkasan. I woke up the next morning, remembering what I did, and decided "Well, I guess I'm going to Vegas!". I told my best friend who is also a Calvin Harris fan and he bought a ticket, too. Less than two weeks from our trip, my solo vacation jumped to myself and four of my guy friends. So here we go.
We pregamed at a couple spots around The Strip, because we knew Hakkasan would be pricey. We knew this and we were still in. We rolled up to HK around 10:15pm and noticed that the line(s) for the Calvin Harris show was already starting to form and they were pretty long, so we decided to start queuing up as well. Once the doors opened, we were swept in and into an elevator up to the fourth floor where the club is.
We all got in and Burns was still setting up, so we posted up towards the front of the DJ booth and socialized and danced. We were two rows away from Burns. Fucking epic. Calvin Harris showed up around 1am and the crowd swarmed down to the dance floor. Calvin Harris started his set and I was in heaven. The crowd, minus a few people (smoking on the dance floor is kinda no bueno, and I'm a smoker...and trying to push your drunk girlfriend to the front, while you are also wasted...no bueno also), was on it's best behavior. The lights...the sound system...everything at Hakkasan that night was all that we wanted and more.
Around 4am or so, we headed over to the bar (after being firmly planted for almost six hours) to get drinks. I ordered a Grey Goose and Soda, priced at $22. I knew this was gonna be the most expensive drink of my trip, so I swallowed it up. All four of us California dudes had a great time that night. Staff was friendly, nothing got stolen from us, the crowd didn't affect us...everything was all good. So good that I booked my ticket to go see Tiesto for New Years back here at Hakkasan.
With that being said...
First, what are these horrendous stairs people keep referring to? Reading these reviews from y'all make me hate stairs! Did we catch the elevator on the one time it has ever worked? Did we hallucinate said elevator? No we didn't. It was Hakkasan Blue. Sounds like we just got lucky.
**EDIT** Apparently, we had to go up a bunch of stairs to get into Hakkasan after the elevator. I don't remember going up...or down...any massive staircases. I still think y'all are imagining stairs.
Complaining about expensive drinks in Vegas nightclubs is like complaining the water is too hot in a hot tub. Honey, you knew this club was gonna be pricey, so you shouldn't have acted surprised when you and your girls had to dish out $80 for four Long Islands. Y'all can't have EVERYTHING for free...
Who the hell hit someone with a bottle here? Who the hell is THROWING BOTTLES...and what did this person do to get a bottle thrown AT THEM...I'd love to hear THAT story. Girl...some people just can't have nice things.
Anywho, I came to Hakkasan, I saw it, I stayed out till 5am (haven't done that in forever), and I LOVED it and will be back.
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