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Vegas Edition: XS and Marquee

Group: 7 gorgeous girls age 21-24
Reason for party rocking: 21st birthday
Club: Night 1 at XS and Night 2 at Marquee
Hotel: Luxor

The girls all arrived at the Luxor and started getting ready to go out for the night. With make up on the counter and clothes all over the floor, we hear a faint leaking noise coming from the window of our pyramid room. Then we heard another leak and another and decided to assign the task of the angry phone call to the front desk manager to the most demanding girl in the group, me, of course. I called and politely but sternly voiced our concern about the leak and the inconvenience it caused us and asked for two attached upgraded rooms in the towers, which we were promptly given in a matter of minutes. A bell hop quickly came to the room and helped us move our lives over to the towers. Luxor definitely gets props for the fast service and upgrade and we happily popped a bottle of champagne in the new rooms with a toast to our good luck for the weekend.

On Friday night, all the girls took a crazy party bus over to the Encore to visit the club XS. We were walked in by a promoter with no cover charge and no wait. Exactly the way it should be for 7 girls in Vegas. The club was gorgeous and huge, however the crowd was strange and not very attractive on the weekend that we attended. The majority of the crowd was foreign from what I remember, but the benefits of foreigners include free drinks all night and fun people to dance with. There was a stripper poll which a large group of Asian girls took over early in the night. We watched as they each showed us what color underwear they were wearing for the night. Polka dots, hot pink, leopard, red lace...at least they were having a fabulous time.

The dance floor was full of creepy guys trying to dance up on it. Not a single dude has the courage to actually ask a girl to dance any more. The crowd was so strange that I decided to leave with one other girl from our group. We went off and lost some money gambling and decided to hang out in the hallway to wait for our group. Not two minutes later, we were approached by a random dude with a plastic business card proclaiming his CEO status. His friend entertained my friend while this guy demanded my phone number and wanted us to accompany him to Rhino, a strip club in Las Vegas. I said hell no, we won't go and he left us alone. A couple minutes later he sends us his full name, a picture of his face, and his episode on "Millionarie Matchmaker." He obviously did not learn anything from Patty because that is not the way you pick up a girl. Without a response from me, he continued to text and call me the next day. After that strange event, my friend and I decide to get a cab and go back to the room where we fell asleep in our dresses and heels.

Night two followed suit with our XS adventure. We were walked into the club without a wait or cover charge with an awesome female promoter named Christina. The worst part, however, was climbing 4 flights of stairs in 5 inch high heels while being followed by dudes checking out our asses. Once we were inside, the girls hit the bar, but I went on a little rendezvous with my friend and found a table of suckers to take care of our drinks for the night. They turned out to be really nice people with really boring jobs on Wall Street who were just looking for a good time. We made sure to drink their Grey Goose and smile at least every 30 seconds at their lame stories. One of them told me I seemed like an incredibly confident woman and asked me to send him a resume for his company. Will do, boss, will do.

We met back up with the girls on the 2nd floor on the overcrowded dance floor. The DJ was good but he didn't play any recognizable house music. Still, it was at par with my Vegas expectations for a DJ. We dance our way through 3 free redbull-vodkas, which should really be called VODKA-splash-of-redbull's the way the VIP waitress was pouring them. We appreciated her generosity but we are still pretty sure she was just trying to get her VIP Wall Street dudes laid that night. Either way, we enjoyed them and had an awesome time roaming around the HUGE club. It had three stories and a gigantic outdoor area which turns into a pool party club during the day, if it is warm enough.

Feel free to decipher those pictures how ever you like. I really have no appropriate explanations for any of them.


Overall both XS and Marquee receive A's on my Vegas club list. The promoters took very good care of our group, we didn't spend a dime, and the experience was phenomenal for the birthday girl and all of her guests.

Tipsy Crow: San Diego, CA

This weekend a group of friends and I decided to go to Downtown San Diego to take part in the Halloween festivities, and oh boy did we have fun. I called my friend Roberto, a San Diego native, and asked if I and a group of beautiful ladies would be able to crash in his apartment for the weekend. After exchanging a few words, he kindly agreed. 

While in Down Town, we decided to go to the Tipsy Crow. It is probably one of the more exciting places to have a drink in the Gaslamp.  The main reason for this is the the bar's schizophrenic personality.  With not one but three levels to choose from, you have no excuse for being bored here!

Ground level is a traditional-style pub. With a long bar and lots of booths, it's surprisingly roomy, even on a busy Friday night.  There's no shortage of things to keep you entertained, including board games (Connect Four and checkers) on the tables and a constantly-updated "drink exchange" to help the staff ensure that even unpopular bottles get used up eventually.  (There's also an inordinate amount of cleavage bouncing all over the place, in case you were wondering. :)

The basement is a hidden little nightclub, with people dancing the night away. There is more than enough room to dance with your friends, shuffle, or even dougie. The dance floor is evenly distributed I would say with large groups of girls and a few guys here and there trying to take someone home.

The coolest part of the Tipsy Crow is their upstairs lounge.  The vibe is reminiscent of an old library, with huge bookshelves, comfy couches, and elegant decorations strewn about.  There's another bar, and plenty of opportunities to have a quiet conversation and take goofy bar photos (Didn’t bring my camera inside).  Given the choice, I'd spend all my time at the Tipsy Crow up here.

All in all, as a bar, the Tipsy Crow is probably a solid four-star establishment.  A little rough around the edges but still worth checking out.

But seriously, “What happened last night?”


Here are some photos before and after the bars:

Malone's Bar and Grill

Friday night's group: Me and two chicks
Time of arrival: 10:15 pm
Wait time: None

The CSUF guitar recital was last Friday so I invited a couple of girls to see me play. The two are actually sisters and I hadn't seen either of them since the summer so I figured it would be a good chance for us to catch up. The show wrapped up around 9:30 pm and the other guitarists and I were hanging out in the green room when one of the guys said, "Anyone down for pizza and beer?" Approval was unanimous; I think someone clapped.

I headed out to the hallway and told the girls about the plan. The response was not what I expected; they both looked confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Jessica, the older one, says, "We were supposed to go see Janna's band, remember?"

I guess I had one of those "Oh !@#$" moments. Janna is our mutual friend and she's the drummer in a classic rock band. I had put off going to her shows because I'm not really into that genre anymore, but I promised her I'd go this time so she'd get off my back. Unfortunately, Jess and Erica had commited to it too so I had to turn my boys down. Because there are so few guitar majors at CSUF, we're like family and it was tough to say no to them because we always have fun. But in my defense, the girls were cute and I was horny that night.

So we carpool to a place called Malone's Bar and Grill in the Santa Ana/Costa Mesa area. Pretty tough place to find because it's literally on the side of a shopping plaza and facing in a different direction from all the other businesses. Anyway, the front is average-looking and there's just the one bouncer but he was friendly. As soon as I stepped past the threshold, I immediately regretted it. The music was loud and incomprehensible, it was too crowded so most people had to stand, and everyone in the joint was older. By older, what I really mean is old, as in 40 and over. Hell, besides Janna, everyone in the band was in their 50's, which explains a lot about the crowd of senior citizens we had to deal with.

The dance floor in front of the stage was packed with inappropriately-dressed older women who were trying a little too hard to look sexy. Ever seen an old, bald white guy with a beer-gut try to get his freak on with two old Mexican women with equally large bellies? I wish I hadn't, and now I can't seem to erase that image from my memory. We spent most of the time avoiding that area by standing next to the bar catching up with Janna's mom and other acquaintances. Occasionally, old creepers would try to chat up one of my girls when I wasn't looking but they were easily dealt with. All it takes is a smartass comment about hip replacements, cardiac arrest, or Viagra.

The band finally had a break around 11 so we took the opportunity to say hi to Janna and then made our excuses to take off. She was disappointed we were leaving so early but she should consider herself lucky we showed up at all. I'm sure the place might have been more enjoyable on a different night with a different crowd. Unfortunately, it felt like I wasted an hour of my life for nothing. I gave up guaranteed fun with the fellas because I was thinking with my you-know-what instead of my brain.

However, the night was still young so the girls and I went to my place and made the most of it. We had all the ingredients for a good time: ping-pong, leftover steak, jacuzzi, liquor... What more do you need?

Supperclub Los Angeles

The Group: tall asian chick, hott blonde, skinny brunette.
Time of Arrival: 11:50 pm
Wait Time: 5 minutes with a promoter
Cover: none

What started out as a calm night in down town Pasadena turned into a late night dance party at Supperclub in Los Angeles. We really tried to have fun in Pasadena but the crowd was just unusually ugly and dull last night so we hopped in the car and got on the 110 down to LA with no particular plan in mind. We got a call from a friend of ours who works at Supperclub and we decided to follow his advice and check it out.

After driving around for a half an hour, we finally decided to pay $15 parking for the structure right across the street. It was convenient and safe so it was probably the best bet since we still wanted to have our car there for us at the end of the night. So, the three of us walked a little red carpet to get into Supperclub and I was very let down as I walked through the doors because the first thing you see is a small bar, a couple people, and a staircase. I almost thought it was going to be a bust until we rounded the corner and saw the rest of the club.

The inside had a very cool feel and the people seemed very "L.A." My favorite part was the acrobatics going on above me as I danced to insane house music mixes by some talented DJ's. My only complaint is that the VIP tables have cushions on the floor which makes it nearly impossible to dance in heels with or without a buzz. I stuck to dancing on the dance floor but really... how boring is that when you can dance on a table?

The drinks were priced at the L.A. standard, $11 for a vodka sprite at the bar and free at VIP tables filled with weird guys looking to get a little action. The crowd was mostly Persian girls and their boyfriends. Not really the best place to look for a hook up if you are a girl.

Overall though, the experience was awesome. We danced, we oohed and awed at dancers hanging from the ceiling, and we drank a lot more than we needed to. I would definitely go back for a great dance party.

Supperclub

Supperclub: Los Angeles

Oktoberfest: Alpine Village

Last night’s group: Six beautiful women, and myself. 

Time of Arrival: 9pm 

Wait time: ~5min

Cover charge $20.00 (per person) 

On Friday night, a group of friends and I decided to go to Oktoberfest, and let me tell you, it was a success.This event is great, there’s plenty of beer, food, music, and even girls dancing on tables! So what’s not to love.

We arrived at about 9pm so parking was not a problem. Once we parked in the lot, our group was escorted towards the entrance, where we bought our tickets. After going through what seemed like airport security, we made our way to the bar. They have about five different beers on tap, all costing a whopping $11.00. The beer was delicious, and definitely helped make the night a more enjoyable one. After we all got our drinks we walked around to find a place to sit. This is where we came across our only problem. The benches were scarce, and occupied by crowds chanting German drinking songs. After keeping an eye out, we found some seats and enjoyed the live band, energetic crowd, and drinking games on the stage. During the intercession our group decided to walk around, and grab another beer. They have bars set up pretty much everywhere making it easy to grab a beer no matter what your location maybe. Having consumed a substantial amount of alcohol, our next stop was the bathroom. The bathroom line was not very long (even the ladies room), but they were porta potties located outdoors. 

Back inside people were dancing, and it was definitely more crowded than when we first arrived. There was still more than enough space to walk and move around, without having someone bump into you every other second. Oktoberfest was inside a massive tent, with an adjacent outdoor section to accommodate the people smoking. 

The crowd was great the entire night, and I didn’t witness any type of rowdy behavior.

So if you love beer, great food, and a good time Oktoberfest at the Alpine Village is definitely where you want to be at! 

So what happened last night? Well, why don’t you take a look. 

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