text: I have made it a general rule of lifestyle to stay out of nightclubs unless I am traveling Usually this means internationally but planet Las Vegas comes close to a foreign place and so I decided that we ABSOLUTELY HAD to go to a club My boyfriend who is older and knows better protested but what does that matter anyway I had a new dress new shoes and the good faith recommendation of none other than Paris Hilton hey she knows riiiight We also had a voucher for one free admission this ended boyfriends protests but when we arrived we were told it was a special event so they would not honor it The special event turned out to be a DJ playing top s hits so whatever I guess everyone is special in Vegas though riiight nnYou know how it goes there were cheap beers and no place to sit if you had not reserved your own booth for million dollars I kept getting shooed away from leaning against these booths by the private security guards that occupy each one pushing the dancing crowd back with the roped off entrances to these many booths making the already crowded dance floor smaller and smaller At one point I attempted to relieve my aching feet by taking my shoes off in the corner while I finished a drink but was then asked by another security guard to put them back on the girls on stage had no shoes No sympathy from that guy though This could all be anticipated but would not have rubbed me such the wrong way if the club had been bigger and cooler better decorated or more unique It really was just another club without enough room to dance and too many security guards reminding you that even though you paid for me for boyfriend to get in that is not enough to truly exist in their eyes Also very smokey and people dancing with lit cigarettes on the tiny dance floor put my new dress in jeopardy and to a lesser degree my bodily parts which will not stand