I must admit that I’m generally not a very big fan of dance clubs. I prefer rock and roll (preferably live) to dance, house or trance music, and the planets have to align exactly right for me to be in the mood to actually shake my booty on the dance floor. This past weekend, however, I stumbled into Studio 54 at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas and had the time of my life. It was the first time I’ve payed $20 to get into a dance club (ladies get in free) and felt like I got my money’s worth. More than that, I felt like it was a bargain.
Not only is the club very cool in it’s design (including black and white photos from the original Studio 54 all along the walls), but I didn’t hate the DJ (I actually enjoyed the DJ’s very eclectic mix of music). But where the club really stands out is in the appearance of the rotating cast of go-go dancers and performers throughout the night. At some point during every hour, people descend from the rafters to defy gravity. They’re either dancing horizontally on the walls, doing acrobatics from swinging stars or flying around the dance floor on bungee chords. And all of this wearing other worldly outfits covered with flashing lights or, even better, sometimes next to nothing. It’s a perfect blend of a fun, happening club and Cirque du Soleil. Before the balloons and confetti start raining down on your head, you already know that you’ve died and gone to nightclub heaven.