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| - This review actually deserves 4 stars but I'll tell you why I I subtracted one star.
First, I don't know what the connection between the Venetian and Tao is but it seems a little inconsistent. The themes clash and well... I just don't get it.
I don't go clubbing much anymore, as I was just there for a bachelor party. The good thing is our didn't have to go through the line (and that rarely happens) due to a connection. I don't care how poppin a club is, I HATE waiting in line. The music was pretty much on hit. All the bangers, even a couple rock songs, which was surprising, but it was what you expect for a club. For a such a cavernous venue, the room acoustics were pretty good. The DJ must have had some good monitors to hear himself... But then again, DJ's nowadays using mixing software for beatmatching and use MP3's. (Yeah I'm a purist)
Decor, was great. Asian themed.
The place was definitely poppin'. We got a skybox and not once did I jump into that sea of people jumping up and down, pogo-ing and freaking and all that. I just took it all in, drank a lot and enjoyed the scenery.
The surprising part was that our host kept random people to our box to join in the party (mainly girls) and now I just realized the flip side of how girls get in and get free drinks and all that. I just witnessed it. But it was all good fun. A little crazy at times. Being from SF, where clubs usually end at 1am, I wasn't used to partying past my bedtime, so it started to take a toll on me. The bathroom had ushers to keep people going in and out in a timely fashion. The stalls had TVs!!! They were playing Akira. I thought that was kinda cool. Moments later, I took a quick nap and next thing I now its 3am! And there's still people coming in and it is as full as ever. That's Vegas for you I guess.
Now here is where I start subtracting stuff.
Since we were pretending to be big ballers in our tight ass skybox, we were required to purchase 2 bottles (bottle service) which is a new concept to me, complete with all the extras like coke, red bull, OJ, cranberry juice and what not. Totally cool. The prices... NOT COOL! My jaw dropped looking at the price of $400+ bones per bottle. And to top it off, we were required to by six. I don't even want to do the math. It basically equals = BROKE. I guess that's Vegas for ya.
I don't want to get into any other details, but basically, it was a one time deal for me. I don't think it'll ever happen again, but it was definitely an experience.
Note: Lil Jon and Jaime "Mutha fuckin" Fox (he kept on referring to himself as) was in the house...
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