Dear God, am I in Vegas? A scary, industrial park, rave-like Vegas? Nope. I'm in Smashboxx.
Wanna know why we came AND even checked in (hence admitting we went to this gross place)? Because we were promised a check-in deal of champers! But I'll be damned, we were after the cut off time of 10:30pm and had to be subjected to waitresses wearing tutus and carrying massive glow sticks. If you enjoy music so loud you can't talk and a bunch of people just staring at each other or rolling balls, then yes, go to Smashboxx. If not, stay away.
Needless to say, we booked it out of there and headed to calmer waters to the tune of a bar. Not making this mistake again.