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| - I went here on 3/22/14 to wait for the Yelp pilates event. I was an hour early because I had just finished my workout at my gym and didn't have time to drive back home before I went to the event. I decided, hey, why not check out the pool.
The towel guy & life guards seemed nice enough and the pool looked clean, but the chairs were a bit ratty. Not the end of the world. I picked a lounger in the middle of a row of about 8 other empty lounges and laid back to get in some sun before pilates.
Not five minutes after I lay down, two middle-aged bros come up to me asking if the lounges directly to my left are taken. "No, they're not, and I'd wish they'd continue to be not taken" is what was racing through my mind, but all I could say was "nope, they're free." They plop their stuff down and start talking about their "married guy away from the wife lame-o drunk" escapades loudly, as if I'd be impressed.
Finally, after a good long while of this, one of the bros decides to go swimming. Surrounding the pool is a sea of other middle-aged bros and mid-30's bros all in their packs on their male vacations. It's so depressing because they really feel like they're in some low-budget version of The Hangover.
Facing the pool is a restaurant that overlooks the pool. I'm guessing the point is to see a bunch of high-priced escorts that are looking to be sugar babies, lay out by the pool. I guess the old men with their other escorts were sorely disappointed with the view when I was there because there were less than 5 women, and two of the women were with toddlers.
Not unlike Yelp, Palms Place pool is THE place in Vegas for middle-aged guys to hit on women under 30 who aren't remotely interested. Return at your own risk ladies.
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