Memorial Day weekend only comes around once a year.
Try not to f**k it up.
Here, this’ll help: Drai’s Beach Club and Nightclub, an insane two-story rooftop playland that’s rewriting everything you know about the pool party, open as of tonight on top of the Cromwell.
Victor Drai. Maybe you’ve heard of him. He’s the guy behind those little clubs XS and Tryst. Well, now he’s going bigger. Higher. Like 65,000 square feet and 11 stories bigger and higher. In other words, it’s the sort of place that feels like Ibiza, looks like Miami, but only exists in Vegas.
Picture it. Two pools. Plush pink daybeds lining the deck. A curtained stage where a DJ will push all the right buttons. And that’s just the first level. What awaits up on the mezzanine is a slew of private bungalows and, yep, five more pools. Oh, and there’s another pool hanging over the main level on the... anyway, point is: pools.
Here’s how this’ll happen: you and a person with a bikini on will show up. You’ll drink, tan, dance and soak in the panoramic views until the sun goes down. Then, with your own detonator (no, really... it’s part of their bottle service), you’ll ignite a magnificent display of fireworks.
That is not a metaphor.
Try not to f**k it up.
Here, this’ll help: Drai’s Beach Club and Nightclub, an insane two-story rooftop playland that’s rewriting everything you know about the pool party, open as of tonight on top of the Cromwell.
Victor Drai. Maybe you’ve heard of him. He’s the guy behind those little clubs XS and Tryst. Well, now he’s going bigger. Higher. Like 65,000 square feet and 11 stories bigger and higher. In other words, it’s the sort of place that feels like Ibiza, looks like Miami, but only exists in Vegas.
Picture it. Two pools. Plush pink daybeds lining the deck. A curtained stage where a DJ will push all the right buttons. And that’s just the first level. What awaits up on the mezzanine is a slew of private bungalows and, yep, five more pools. Oh, and there’s another pool hanging over the main level on the... anyway, point is: pools.
Here’s how this’ll happen: you and a person with a bikini on will show up. You’ll drink, tan, dance and soak in the panoramic views until the sun goes down. Then, with your own detonator (no, really... it’s part of their bottle service), you’ll ignite a magnificent display of fireworks.
That is not a metaphor.
