I don't know what it is about these damn Playboy bunnies, but I always seem to have a problem with the Playboy Club. A few years ago, I was completely sober (well, maybe I had 1 or 2 drinks, haha) BUT I was still NOT drunk. I think a combination between the food and acidic drinks, I had to pay homage to the toilet. Somebody called security and kicked me out saying I was puking from being hammered! Redunkulous!! I also remember having to buy double shots at this place because their drinks were so watered down. \n\nMy last trip, I was staying at the Palms and they were giving us a hard time about getting in. We were in line then they make us get out of line to get some \""admittance cards\"" so we didn't have to pay and then after we cleared that all up, the lady was being a biatch. Yes, I had to open my mouth and let her know it too... luckily, my friends scooted me fast before I caused any real problems. lol. So when we get in, again, I'm feeling the vibe and energy is just \""alright\"" but my friends hadn't been there and wanted to check it out so I went with it. A few of us went to the blackjack table and they gave one of my friends a hard time because the dealer thought we were sharing chips then started saying my friend had to play our hands too... needless to say, more bullllshit. So we leave and go to Moon where we had a much more kick ass time - and at least they had a little outdoor patio with some breathing room. Playboy Club is my least favorite club at all of the Palms.