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| - The only reason I give this place a star is for the pole dancer. She was amazing. Not only was she a talented performer but from what I can tell she genuinely enjoyed what she was doing and had a smile on the whole time.
Now that I got that out of the way . . .
Haze is an appropriate name for this place because you think you see something great, but the beauty of Aria and the ladies and gentlemen dressed to impress obscure the fact this is a poorly managed nightclub.
I went with four lovely ladies to Haze because we had VIP Admission passes and we got word that Ne-Yo was performing. As soon as we entered the area from the casino at about 10:40P I could feel things would not be smooth. There was a mess of people standing around trying to figure out which of the lines to get into. We went to the shortest line assuming that's the VIP line. I asked about five people in line what the line was for and they said they didn't know, they were also trying to figure it out. I went to a staff member and showed him my pass and asked where the VIP line was and he told me to go downstairs. I went down and saw another mass of people and a line that said "general admission." That didn't make sense so I asked another staff member and he said the passes are for general admission, and all they are for is to get in free before midnight. Okay fine, so then why call them "VIP"?
My friends and I stood in the general admission line and waited, and waited, and moved, and waited, and waited . . . for an hour to get to the point where there were five people in front of us, but there had only been about 30 people in front of us originally. In the meantime people from the mob next to us were getting in with some printouts from I didn't know where.
I went to a bouncer and the conversation when something like this:
Me: Excuse me, my friends and I have been waiting for almost an hour. When are they going to let more people from this line in?
Slimy Bouncer: How many people you have with you?
Me: Myself and four girls.
Slimy Bouncer: Well, if you help me out I can get you all in. What do you say?
I shook my head and walked away. A minute later he passed by us again and asked, "So, you wanna get in?" WTF? Are you kidding? I know bouncers take bribes to get people in quick, but, damn, could you at least have some more class about it. Next thing I know they'll be saying "brother can you spare a dime?"
By this time it was after midnight and I wasn't going to pay the bribe on top of the regular admission that we were now going to have to pay. I told my friends what the status was and left them to decide what to do. I went back upstairs to the check-in table I had seen earlier and went to ask about the passes people had. The response from one of the little snobby table girls was "You're too late, we stop giving out passes at midnight." Okay, thanks wench, I just want to know what they are about. I asked another snooty table girl and she said they are admission tickets to get in. Well, what it comes down to is you have to wait in line to get a number to get into the mob downstairs and wait to get in. And you still have to pay to get in. Oh, and, the bouncers were only taking in ladies.
While I was upstairs the group of five in front of us left and my friends got behind the magic rope. I went back down and saw them waiting for me. I went to the front of the line and told the bouncer I was with the group of girls by the register. He looked at them, looked at me, then said "You're going to have to wait." Wait for f@#king what? Christmas? My friends saw that something was wrong and told the bouncer next to them to have the other bouncer let me in. Once we got to the register we of course had to pay $20 each because it was after midnight.
Inside is pretty much how everyone else has described: too packed to really dance, mist all over, and ridiculously expensive drinks. I actually liked the music, which was mostly hip-hop at the beginning and house later in the night.
If you are a guy, you better find out where the poker room is before you stand in line. I saw three groups of girls ditch their guy friends to get into the club.
As for Ne-Yo, he sang three songs and promoted his new album. Wow.
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