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| - NOTE: This review is from the perspective of a 42 year old who has yet to get old....in Vegas with a group of 30-40ish single & married GFs who love to dance!
We went to this place twice during our trip, both times free with free drinks. In my opinion, the decor is kind of personality-less...at least with the lights down low. Nothing really popped out. We all liked the smaller size of the club and the outdoor patio where you could sit down and cool off (it would be nice if the music was muted a bit out there so you could have an actual conversation, which was impossible anywhere in this club). Our bartender was a total jerk as soon as he saw we were using our free drink wristbands (as if we wouldn't???)...I never went back to the bar again on either visit, even when I felt like actually buying a drink.
The first time we went was a Thursday night...we arrived at 10:30 pm to an empty club. The only benefit of this early arrival was VIP seating on the couches off to the side of the dance floor. For about the first hour, the music was a bit too techno and we lost one of our friends to her bed upstairs. Then, it was like the DJ got a sudden clue and played excellent music for the rest of the night. We danced the night away with a British guy traveling alone who we adopted as our permanent dance partner.
Saturday night we returned after being disappointed by longer lines or a lack of dancing at a couple of other places around town. Even though it was a few minutes to midnight, we got in for free again...too crowded to get a VIP table, so we just stayed on the dance floor all night. The crowd was definitely wilder this time and it was pretty jammed. The DJ didn't disappoint us and played perfect music all night long. There was some dirty dancing going on, but not nearly the level that we encountered at Pure...some of us were "claimed", but it was pretty easy to escape if you wanted to. The crowd was a little bit older...I think I saw some guys who had been shaving for at least 10 years. I ended up being stalked the entire night by a pretty strange European guy with a wandering mouth and hands...I let him hang around simply to serve as eye candy. Between me being firm and club security watching out for me, I never felt unsafe. However, after sobering up later that night and having an audible conversation with my friends, I do believe I danced the night away with a burgeoning serial killer...
We'll go back here for a night of dancing when we're back in Vegas for another girls' weekend...
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