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| - From birth, you have 21 years to prepare yourself for the defining moment in your life: your first Vegas club. Coming here on my first night in the Sin City definitely set my standards of nightclubs to an unsurpassable limit.
Through some friends who know some friends, we were able to score a VIP booth on the balcony, right next to the glass walls that overlook the Vegas strip.
And boy what a view... 53 floors above the Vegas strip left us shocked and breathless, as we all jumped and giggled like schoolgirls. The dance floor itself had a retractable roof which was opened later on in the night to let in the stars, the moon, and a relaxing breeze. With the dancing, light shows, and sporadic shower of foam bubbles, I knew I was in for a great time.
And the drinks? $16 for a red bull vodka?! Who cares! It's Vegas baby! I wasn't even a bit hesitant to let go of an Andrew Jackson per drink.
The bathrooms are superb as well, and fully stocked with cologne, cigarettes, cigars, and a just as jaw-dropping view of the strip. (Go for the urinal by the window...its got the best view). Frankly, the only detriment is that the line for the elevator downstairs is ridiculously unorganized.
If that's not enough to convince you to take the extra trek to the Palms, the Playboy Club is accessible and a floor below, so you can get your bunny fix as well.
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