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We were in Vegas for a Bachelorette party, 8 girls - and we weren't the annoying group that wears the matching shirts. I called about 2 weeks before and reserved a table with bottle service. At 1st I was told for 8 people you have to buy 2 bottles @ $400 a pop. Eek. Then just before hanging up the girl asked how many guys were in our party and when I told her none she said "oh, ok it'll just be a minimum of 1 bottle then @ $400". How sad, guys get screwed in Vegas..in more ways that one. Heh.
We hoof it over to Caesar's around 10pm and find the craziest line situation ever known to man. I will admit I was already a few cocktails in but I can't imagine how anyone was able to find the right line to be in. But no worries for us right...we already reserved a table, we have all girls and are paying $400 - we should just breeze right in....
NOT.
I fight my way through the crowd surrounding a doorman holding a clipboard, not even a line just a mob. I tell him my name, he pretends to look closely at each name for a minute or so. Then tells me our table was sold to someone else. WTF. I stand there trying to figure out what he was going to do for us while elbowing the masses trying to get my place in "line". He asks me how many in our party, I tell him 8 and he talks into his little earpiece. I continue to stand right in front of him for 10-15 minutes holding my ground (grr). He finally says "ok, it's going to be $20 each, but no table". I get the ok from all my girls and he opens the rope for us. We walk through the maze of people and "lines" and find ourselves in the main dance room -- we didn't pass anyone collecting $$ and no one said anything so we figured we just got in for free somehow and bolted into the crowd before anyone noticed. Heh.
The actual club: Pretty decor...bla bla bla. EXTREMELY overcrowed. The main dance floor was packed and we just stood there bouncing to the music, dancing isn't really possible. All the bars were 5-6 people deep, we were already 3 sheets to the wind before coming so we saved $$ on that front. We went to the PCD lounge entrance only to find a bouncer only letting handpicked people in. Being our sneaky selves we stood there for a few minutes and a drunk girl inside got up on one the poles...apparently a no-no and the bouncer left his post to go bring her down. So we all ran in all lickity-split. In your face PURE. The lounge was cool, very small but cool. One of the girls came over to us and sang with our bachelorette.
Our group got split up during a bathroom break and while we were walking through the maze of halls a guy stopped us and invited us up to his VIP table on the roof. So 4 of us went up there which was very cool. Not crowed and a great view of the strip. They wouldn't let us bring the rest of our group up so we left but I recommend everyone heading up there if they can.
I will never go here again and am happy we ended up getting in for free or outsmarting the system - however it happened.
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