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| - Oh, Zappos.
The night of the 2016 Holiday Party, we found out all Zapponians and their guests received free entrance to the Ghostbar. Everyone was giddy and excited and I had no idea what they were talking about. After the party, we all stood in line and waited for what sounded like a VIP-experience.
The hostess was a bitch. Flat out, this was my first-moment experience, and I was not impressed. She asked how many were in my party, I told her 4, with two Zappos IDs. She said, "Listen, I don't care how many Zappos IDs you have, because we didn't even know your entire company was showing up until you did." Whoa. Even if there was a miscommunication somewhere, you've still got thousands of people flooding through your door purchasing alcohol and texting their friends, posting on IG, snapchatting their experience. In other words, you're welcome for the free advertisement that comes with the money our company paid you for our entrance. Seriously.
After passing through perma-bitchface, you ride an elevator to the top. It's spacious and moves quickly, also - I was pretty drunk so it could actually be tiny and slow.
The bar is gorgeous. I mean absolutely beautiful - and we didn't spend much time inside. We walked promptly to the main attraction. The outdoor area which sticks out off the side of the Palms parallel to the street, but SO FAR UP IN THE AIR. So we ran outside. Me, my husband, our two massage therapists, and my un-Godly fear of heights.
It's beautiful. Never before have I seen a more breathtaking view of our incredible city. You can see from N Vegas to Henderson, Red Rock to the eastside. It's huge, it's sparkling, bustling and alive. It's phenomenal. I couldn't stop looking. It was like I wasn't afraid to be there at all. I kept looking back and forth, recording different versions on my phone....awesome. There's even a little section of the 'floor' that is suuuuuper thick acrylic so you can see down below you - looking at the cars that will catch you when the Ghostbar snaps off of of the Palms and you fall to your death. It's quite charming.
Will I go back? Probably not. We're not the Ghostbar-type, although we have some friends coming into town who have never been here before.
That hostess is still a bitch.
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