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| - So...I can only review what I remember of this place. Already, you probably know that I had a good night.
As usual, if you haven't gotten the memo, clubbing in Vegas seems to be a science in and of itself. I've only gone a few times around the SF Bay Area, and this was my virgin Vegas experience. We ended up getting a group of fourteen in for free, so a few notes that Yelpers can hopefully learn from:
- Roll with plenty of people with boobs
- Ladies, take off the coats, show a bit of skin...
- Fellas, dress like you're riding the recession with flying colors
- The "VIP" cards they sell you on the streets are said to be useless, so don't bother
- Get a confident gal to schmooze with the doorman...PERSISTENCE, people! Just navigate your group through the mob towards the front of the line, send in your negotiator, and cross your fingers.
My memories past the door get fragmented fairly quickly. I know the place was gorgeous and spacious. The bathrooms were super posh, and the complimentary mouthwash was amazing. The music was a good flow of familiar beats I could sing along to and some new ones that were easy to groove to. I'm sure the drinks were expensive, and I'm sure I had a lot of them as I woke up the next morning back in my hotel room with lots of stories to hear about myself.
So all in all, seems that PURE treated me well ;-). If I'm lucky enough to get in again, I'll definitely be back for a more memorable experience (literally). Viva Las Vegas!
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