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| - We had been hanging out with some friends in the Aria casino area my girlfriend and I were heading back to the Cosmopolitan bar we had come from earlier when I promoter flagged us down. Like a dozen of these other yelp reviews, he promised my girlfriend an open bar, and me half price cover. I had no interest in going, but it was 2AM and I figured "why not?" It was my birthday, so the promoter talked to the doorman and gave me 4 or 5 drink coupons as a bonus. So after paying 30 bucks to get us both in, we were really disappointed at what that bought.
The place is cramped and super dark. They were playing top 40 crap and all the other people in there were looking around like they felt ripped off as well. It's just not a good venue.
Then I flag down a bartender who rudely tells me that my drink tickets won't work for another 2 hours! It was the only reason I agreed to go to this stupid lounge in the first place! So I order a rotgut gin and tonic and the tab is 11 dollars(the same price as a generously portioned Kettle One Martini I got at the Bellagio later)!
Here is where I lose my moral high ground.
I figured we weren't going to be there very long and I was a little drunk, so on the tip slot, I wrote more of a suggestion than a tip; an invitation really. Anyway, he didn't like that I and I was dragged outside the club by security within a minute. I tried to explain my situation about being lied to by the promoter to the club manager, but he wasn't having any of it. I said I would pay for the horrible gin and tonic (that they kept trying to take away from me btw. I was stalwart.), if I could just get my cover back. He was trying to hide a smile, and I think he thought the whole thing was pretty funny. He called his manager who looked like a turtle poking his head out of a suit, and had a matching sense of humor. I repeated the story to him and found him to be even less sympathetic.
He kept trying to get my ID and told me it was against the law not to give it to him. I told him to call the cops and that I would ask the policeman what law I was breaking, to which he replied "It's the law of the club." We had a frank exchange of ideas that ended with him saying "I don't care if you feel ripped off. I'm not giving your money back." I replied that I was a journalist (I'm not) and that I would make my 20 dollars very expensive for him. He took it as a threat and I left the Aria flanked my two enormous, well dressed vikings. My girlfriend got a couple of really funny pictures of it.
We were having way too much fun that night to let that ruin it, and ended up going to a couple more places before turning in as the sun was coming up.
I don't come off that well in this story, I know that. I posted it because I'm just baffled at why the Aria, a multibillion dollar resort, where every other interaction couldn't be more professional, would use these carnival tactics and lying promoters to get you in this lounge.
One last thing, when I looked at my bank statement later, the bartender had helped himself to a 20% tip on my drink. So there's that.
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