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| - Before Vegas: I contacted Chris and told him that I was going out on a Thursday night with 5 other girls for my bachelorette party. I sent him a short list of about 4 clubs that I was interested in, and let him know that we might want to end the night at strip club. He promptly replied saying that we were required to go to only the Palms' clubs our "first" night if we were going to try to use his services, and he also suggested Olympic Garden for the strip club (has both male & female dancers). Well, our "first" night was really going to be our only night for my bachelorette party, so we agreed to stick with the Palms.
Chris's website also has an application form for free bottle service for groups of girls, so I went through it the application process and submitted my Facebook profile. The Facebook profile goes through Ghostbar & Moon's club management (they pretty much decide whether or not you're attractive enough), and about 30% of the applications get approved. My app did end up getting approved for bottle service, and Chris told me that we would most likely get a bottle of Skyy. Eh not a bottle I would choose, but I can't complain about free liquor! At least it'll give our group of girls a buzz before we have to buy drinks.
During Vegas: We arrived at the entrance of Moon about 15 minutes before our bottle service reservation time. There was no line whatsoever. Someone dropped the ball, and my name wasn't on the list, so I had to text Chris. Coincidentally, he just happened to be walking up right as I was texting him. He cleared up the mix-up, but told us that Moon wasn't open yet and walked us over to Ghostbar. Again, there was absolutely no one in line which I thought was a bit odd for 11pm. None of the girls paid cover and we got to all skip the non-existent line. When we got up there, the place was maaaybe 1/5th full. The view from 55 stories up was cool, but it didn't make up for our tiny $16 vodka redbulls. I mean, this was seriously the tiniest drink I've ever been poured. The glass probably held 4 or 5oz, and there was maybe 1 shot of well vodka in there. Strike 1.
After we finished our drinks, we went back to Moon, stood around for 10 or 15 minutes, and then we were finally sat. Remember that bottle of Skyy that was mentioned eariler in the review? Like the lines for the clubs, that was non-existent as well. I asked our waitress about it, and she said that they NEVER comped Skyy and we were put down for a comp bottle of champagne. Champagne? It's the night of my bachelorette party and I have a total of 6 girls to get drunk! Not to sound like a snob, but that bottle of bubbly wasn't going to cut it. I texted Chris about the "mix up," and he said that he'd buy us a round of drinks when he saw us. Of course, we never ran into him again though. We were required to tip the waitress at least $50 for the champagne (it tasted like it was worth oh, about $2) which we all downed in a matter of seconds. Strike 2.
Thank goodness one of the girls that I was with saved the night by throwing down and ordering the first bottle of liquor. We ended up spending a shit ton on other various drinks and shots, so of course, we ultimately had a blast at Moon. The place filled up quickly after we got there, service was great, and most importantly, we ended up getting duhhruunnkk (off of purchased drinks/shots/liquor bottle, not crappy champagne).
We were ready to go by around 2:30am, and I texted Chris for the limo to Olympic Garden (OG). He said in his text that the limo would take us to OG and back to our hotel at the end of the night when we were done. He also informed us that the male revue had already ended, but we could still go to see girls if we wanted. This being my only night set aside for bachelorette things, I let him know that we were up for it even though it was just girls. Bad call. I guess the "rave" reviews (on Chris's site) for OG were for the male dancers, because this was the most boring strip club I've ever been to by a long shot. Sure, there were lots of girls working, but not a single one of them was over a 6 (and trust me, I've been to clubs where I thought that LOTS of girls were attractive). Anyway, we paid our $25 each for cover and 2 drinks and just kind of rode it out until one of the girls literally fell asleep from being so bored.
Time to call that limo driver back, right?...well we tried to at least. Even though I tipped the driver fat when he dropped us off, he ended up texting us to say that Chris himself had to get ahold of the driver in order for us to get a ride back to the hotel. By that time, it was already around 4:00am. Chris was already off work/asleep, so of cooouuurse we never got ahold of him for the rest of that night. Time to hail a cab. Strike 3.
This service attempts to follow through with their promises, but attempting just isn't enough. Sure, you get a few small freebees, but just don't expect to get a whole lot out of it.
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