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.