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| - As I've stated previously I'm not much of a club person...scratch that, I'm not at all a club person. In Las Vegas however, I can get talked into it, especially if it's with the girls.
The Bank is suppose to be a new, upscale club (or at least I thought) but I was somewhat disappointed. First, outside there is no order. There is no set line, and I was told to make my way to the front so the bouncer could see me and my party to let us in. It ended up working, but I'd rather not elbow my way to the front of a mass. I'd rather wait in line and if the bouncer chooses to escort my party to the front, so be it. Once inside I was disappointed by the crowd. Seemed younger and sorry for saying, a bit ghetto. I wasn't a huge fan of the bubble foam falling from the ceiling every 20 minutes or so. I had to put my hand over my glass to keep out the suds...kinda gross.
There wasn't much breathing room at this club, especially since it has a sunken dance floor, so no extra space to spill out onto. Next time I get talked into a club in Vegas I'd rather go back to Pure or try somewhere new.
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