I remember coming here for my sister's boyfriend's birthday. Ugh! Where to start . . . entering this place is like waiting for the Magic Mountain ride without a fast pass in the middle of the afternoon. Meaning . . . the line is ridiculously long.
Ladies, don't take off your high heels. I got in trouble taking mines off. My heels were killing my feet.
There is no place to sit. My sister and I got in trouble squatting.
The dance floor is like a mosh pit, except there is no crowd surfing. There is no elbow room and no room to grind. If you are claustrophobic, don't even try entering the dance floor.
The drinks are expensive, but that is expected in Vegas.
I'll give it one star for the music. It was danceable, but I couldn't dance.
I'm not a fan of people smoking cigarettes, but I guess this is what I have to expect if I am entering a Vegas nightclub or a casino. After staying inside Haze for three hours, I felt like I was getting smoke inhalation.
In my opinion, I think they over populate this nightclub. I think the fire marshal should come here and close this place.