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| - I'll just repeat what everyone else says.... what the hell are all those stairs about?!??! My girl almost took a header trying to get to the Boombox room, and she hadn't even been drinking! Damn new shoes and effing STAIRS.
Regardless, Marquee is still an absolute dream...probably an exact replica of what I had always thought a Vegas club would be. Opulent, crowded and people everywhere you turn.... you're going to be claustraphobic, let's face it. Grab a drink and get over it. The screen in the main room will have you so mesmorized that you won't even notice the people around you until you inevitably have spilled drank all up in your heels. True story. Once you feel like you're about to have a seizure from the strobing lights, take a trip to the Boombox room, where you can get your thug life on, as I did. Never made it into the Library, but I suppose that just gives me a reason to go back, right? And considering how much fun I had and how I never stopped dancing, even when I was walking, I don't think I need a "reason" to go back... it's happening.
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