Party in Vegas

“We were finally granted admission and the bouncer and staff directed us towards the music. Up beautiful white marble staircases, past billowing gossamer curtains, up, up, up, towards the music. We finally reached our destination – the rooftop of the club where there were what seemed hundreds of people mashed together overlooking the neon lights of the Strip. It was a spectacular sight and the music was loud and pulsing – but there was no dance floor! People were dancing where they stood. Trying to get anywhere was difficult.”

“So instead we stood, in our heels, in our little section [...] and danced (without moving our feet much) and enjoyed the revelry around us with the occasional young man grooving and grinding his bits behind one of us (apparently this is the current mode of expressing interest in a woman among the younger crowd – who knew?) and then happily headed back to our hotel room and sleep a few hours later.”

“As someone who is less of a risk-taker, I was more about the bar-hopping than the gambling and the zipline. My favorite bar along Fremont was The Griffin Cocktail Club. The bar is dimly lit and boasts edgy fire pits, transporting its clientele to a different era with its sexy, rustic feel. Just when I was starting to feel like I had traveled in time, I noticed a red curtain in the very back of the bar leading to another room: The Cava Cave. All of a sudden, the environment changed from the Middle Ages to modern-day. Dancers swayed back and forth to EDM, while screenings of quirky cartoons filled the walls of the room. It was like entering two different worlds, all in one place.”