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| - "hi, i'm an over pretentious, way overcrowded, too cool for you club that likes to treat its guests like crap yet they still come for more." oops, sorry. i let tao start writing its own review. a large group of 60 of us (yes 60) went to Tao on a friday night hoping to shake our asses off, get drunk, and have a fabulous time. what happened? practically the opposite. first, months in advance we had arranged to be "VIP" at this place and allow all 60 of us in ahead of the rest of the line, get bottle service, and have a table. so we show up at tao in full force and what are we told? we dont see you on the list. whoa whoa wait asshole. we prepaid. we have a contact name. he doesnt work here? kiss my ass. so all 60 of us get in the stupid large line that wraps around the venetian lobby until one of us bitches enough that the nazi bodyguards go into the club to find the elusive contact. 40 minutes later said contact shows up outside apologizing. oh yes of course the list. all 60 of us FINALLY get to go ahead of the line and get in the club. glorious. yes, the inside was absolutely lovely. very well decorated lending towards the more erotic tastes with the ladies whipping each other in the halls. we are then herded upstairs to the apparent "VIP" part of the club only to find the damn place packed to the hilt. you can't even get on the dance floor and if you manage to, you cant dance because you can barely move. drunk fuckers are falling all over you in attempts to either feel up on you or just because they can no longer stand. guys get belligerent and attempt to start fights with your boyfriend. your hot high heels begin to hurt and you just want to sit down but you cant because theres no fucking seating and the "contact" apparently failed to mention that you dont get a table or bottle service for the price you paid. the entire fucking club has these plush seats and long tables but you cant get near them without shelling out $400 a bottle. oh and if you do lean against something, a nazi bodyguard is quickly in your face to tell you to "move along". apparently i didnt pay the "leaning against the wall cover charge". assholes. all in all, not a great experience. if i wanted over pretentious and assholey, i'd just go back to my hometown. at least i can sit down there.
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