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| - I almost prefer this place over more impressive clubs like Xcess and Tao. Drai's seems more intimate. Intimate might not be the right word, but it's small which forces more interaction.
My first time at Drai's was a precursor for the next two nights, a whirlwind of strange chance encounters. I was in Vegas with a co-worker I barely knew. Without her, Drai's and actually our entire trip might've turned out differently.
After work we were supposed to take a flight out of LAX. A crazy rainstorm had delayed all flights. As a matter of fact, they were threatening to shut down completely. My co-worker, we'll call her Miss J., refused to accept this. While we were waiting in line to see if we could switch our flights, she started talking to two random guys. They were also trying to get their flights switched. One of the guys had a turban on his head. I'll explain in a bit.....
We got on another flight and so did the two guys. When we landed they asked us what hotel we were staying at and if we had checked our bags. Miss J. told them we were staying at the Wynn and we were about to pick up our luggage. I thought their questions were weird, but nothing happened and we parted ways.
We took a town car while listening to Frank Sinatra on our way to the Wynn, we wanted to start our trip off right. We got ready and went out to Tryst's Anniversary event. We were walking around when we saw a massive clump of girls with glasses of champagne and bright sparklers. Right in the middle were the two guys Miss J. had been talking to. We joined their table.
They told us they were going to Drai's and invited us to come. We walked out with the two guys and group of girls. I didn't want to get into a car with random guys, too much Law and Order. I played 21 questions in front of Wynn about their age, childhood, family, and etc. Safety First is my motto. I suggesed taking a taxi instead of their limo. They laughed at the idea of taking a taxi and assured us it was safe. I was thinking that's exactly what serial killers say. So I went back to their previous question. Why did they ask us about our hotel and luggage? They wanted to offer us a ride, but were worried our checked bags would take too long. They were already running late as a result of flight delays. As the Phantom Limo pulled up one of the guys, we'll call him K, told the group of girls, "We're taking off now. We'll see you later at Drai's." I asked K, why he blew them off. He said very casually, "Oh, they're prostitutes and we don't feel like hanging out with them." As they got into the car, Miss J. said, "They answered all your crazy questions and ditched hot h@@kers to hang out with us. Sleaze balls wouldn't do that." I saw her point and got in the limo.
K told me his friend with the turban was a prince in Dubai. He was supposedly raised and educated in the U.S. They were childhood friends that attended the same private school. I don't know if I believed him. Either way we walked past a long line and right into Drai's. We had a table and a bodyguard was assigned to the "prince." They ordered champagne and bottles of liquor. It seemed like everyone knew them. I was having fun dancing with Miss J. when the prince's bodyguard asked us to go back to the table. I said "tell him to come ask us himself." I pretended not to notice when he tried beckoning us with a wave of his hand. He later told me, "Stick with me and I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." I almost threw up.
His revolting comment aside, I was having fun dancing. Things had started out slow, but it was getting packed. As the night went on there were a lot of beautiful industry people coming in after work. It was getting later and everyone was becoming livelier. We had no concept of time as we were inside a club within a hotel. There were no windows or natural light to tell us morning was approaching.
I'm a lightweight so I stopped drinking. K thought I didn't like hard liquor so he ordered trays of girly shots. I drank one because I felt obligated. He kept ordering more trays. Before you knew it was 6:30 and we were still dancing. I said, "Oh, cr@p, we gotta go M's going to be here in a few hours." My friend, M's flight was supposed to arrive at 9:30. We rode back with the guys to Wynn. They went back to their room and we went back to ours. We wanted to take a nap before M arrived. Luckily M's flight got delayed and we were able to get in a few hours of sleep.
We've gone back to Drai's other times and it's always the same. It starts off slow, we have a blast and lose track of time. Finally we head back to our hotel as the sun rises.
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