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| - Dear Club Tryst,
I will always remember our love affair. It was short; it was sweet. It will forever be in my thoughts.
Until next time,
Your biggest fan
It's like getting the chance to have sex with your favorite celebrity.
They are they epitome of beauty and grandeur and you keep asking yourself, "How did I get here?"
The adrenaline is pumping through you so hard and fast you need a drink or two to steady your nerves.
Before you know it, it's three hours later and you're leaving as a sweaty, sultry mess with a smile on your face.
You'll never forget this as long as you live and you're definitely telling your friends about this in the morning.
What really happened:
My friend was celebrating her 21st birthday and received a bunch of get in free club passes for Las Vegas. We had to get in to one of the clubs before midnight for no cover. We tried Poetry in Caesar's Palace first and they wanted us to pay $30 a piece and wouldn't honor our VIP cards because Bone Thugs In Harmony was playing there that night. I said screw it. If I have free passes I wasn't paying. Disappointed my friend walked away almost ready to pay. We decided at 11 PM. that we could still make it inside Tryst with the VIP passes and jumped a taxi.
Inside the Wynn we were daunted. The line was so effing long there was no way we would make it in by midnight. I called one of the guys with a clipboard over and asked him about being bumped up. He would only take the 2 girls and my boyfriend and the other guy would have to wait. We told him forget it and we stayed in line. Finally we took the guy up on the offer and left my BF and OG in line. I felt bad but I wasn't letting my friend go alone. I gave the BF $20 and said if someone bumps you, give him my $20, just get in.
When we walked down the velvet lined hallway and came upon the the underground club that opens to the HUGE waterfall I felt like I was in a movie! It was 11:30 PM. and the club was relatively empty I couldn't believe they were making so many people wait in line! We grabbed some drinks at the bar and went on the waterfall balcony to shake our asses in the cool breeze. All of a sudden a river of people came in and before I knew it my BF and the OG were in too! They apparently found a nice guy with a clipboard that didn't care if they had girls in the group and took them right to the front and they didn't have to pay cover either. They tipped the guy my $20 and I was cool with that, it was 1/3 of the cover they would have had to pay if it was after midnight and that guy, whomever he was, was nice to two guys and not just a fan of pussy posse's.
The music was really good. I don't think there was a moment that I thought, "This song sucks!"
The go-go dancers were so hot and really added to the atmosphere and some posh people at the VIP booths inside stood on the table and threw wads of cash into the crowd making it "rain."
The shots and drinks we got were all $12 a pop, but they were STRONG, and not paying cover made it totally worth it to splurge on alcohol. Props to the bartender for not charging me for a glass of water, not that they would or should. But when they expect to be making money on drinks and are hella slammed I appreciate that they don't scoff or say something douchey like, "We have $4 bottled water, it's Perrier and that's all I have." Ya' know what I mean? So if a bartender does that, at least give him a buck.
If I was going back to Vegas I would go here again, and I would even pay the $30 cover if I couldn't score VIP passes. But Free ALWAYS makes it better!
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