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| - Remember when Seinfeld dated that girl who always greeted him by making out with him? And then he realized that was how she said "hi" to everyone else as well? That's basically how I felt after a night at Jet.
I'm not expecting every Vegas club I visit to be über-exclusive, but it felt like Jet just let in anyone who was willing to wait in line long enough and still pay. Polo shirts, plaid shorts, flip-flops? No problem! Want to unleash your failing inner-stripper on our dance podiums and booth ledges? Then by all means, pay us and come on in!
My girls and I were all dolled up Vegas-style (but prob could have gotten in with jeans, grrr), and on the list so we were comp'ed for cover+two drinks. The place wasn't too packed inside because they were holding the line outside to "hype" things up. Eventually when more people came inside, it was really difficult to move between the main bar and dance floor. Then our two free drinks were limited to a fixed drink menu that involved a sprinkling of some kind of foul tasting vodka. The DJs seemed to be in competition because as soon as we'd run out of the room playing "I-got-a-feeling-that-tonight's-going-to-be-a-good-night...", we were in another room that was revving up the Black Eyed Peas again.WhoooOOOOooo.
By this point I was so bored here, I actually ended up drinking wine. WINE?! Who drinks that at a club in Vegas? Technically, I didn't really drink it because some chick from straight out of the cornfields heard that "I-got-a-feeling-that-tonight's-going-to-be-a-good-night..." song, and decided to pirouette onto the dance floor...and into my FULL glass of wine. Luckily I was wearing black, but she still ended up wearing most of my red Merlot on her baby blue satin halter dress. I don't think she noticed right away, but still....yowza.
This is definitely not the place to spend an evening clubbing - and definitely not worth paying to get in. There are way better options in Vegas, so just take this "makes-out-with-everyone club" off your itinerary.
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