This place is Lauren Conrad approved.
And, you suddenly know where this review is going. I was half expecting to see some people from the Hills here. It's a shame that I didn't.
It's an absolutely amazing venue, but too bad Vegas can be full of douchebags. And this my friends, is a bag full of douches. If you decide to come here, the place is a primer for things about Vegas.
1.) Vegas is about tips. This effects your place in line or where you are able to stand in a club (i.e. VIP). We, thank god for a friend... managed to be in the right line and not have to pay the shiteous $40 admission fee ($60 if you intend to party hard).
2.) Women as the world works, have an easier time of getting things for free. They even have their own comp passes. This is because Vegas is a sausage fest. You would never know that from walking on the strip and being handed cards full of girls for sale. Me and my friends contemplated collecting and playing goldfish, drunk later.
3.) A recession will still even make Vegas a little bit expensive.
And so this is where our experience is shaped. The girls who were scattered through the legion of men were trashy. I remember this one girl dancing for herself in this ugly pink dress sashaying on the platform. Vegas isn't your runway when you don't know how to work it, honey. I would think it would be dangerous to wear sunglasses in a city that embraces strobe lights everywhere it gets the chance.
The favorite part of this was the view of the strip on the balcony and the roof that comes off of the place when they feel like it. I am going to go and say that Vegas has better clubs. This one was A-OK.