I went to Jet with three guys... not an idea situation since clubs in Vegas basically hate men. \n\nI happened to be in Vegas for work the same week my 21-year-old brother came to town for some reunion drunk fest with all the people he did a semester with in Spain. We also happened to be in the same hotel. I didn't mind, I love my little bro and some of his friends look like the runners up for the cast of Twilight. Plus, we had passes. Even with them we endured the \""Vegas Game\"" where you get the evil eye for bringing too many guys with you. The passes did make the process a lot easier, since we didn't have to wait in that mob of desperate people. Sorry, no offense. If my friend hadn't gone to high school with one of the employees, we'd have been right there with you. \n\nI don't know what to say about this place really, but I think something my brother said best describes it. As we made our way through the sea of people gyrating in the strobe lights my brother goes, \""This would be a lot better on drugs.\"" It's true. It really is and I don't even do drugs. \n\nThe first stop was the bar, surprisingly easy to get a drink compared to other places I've been.  I wanted to be a nice big sis and buy my little brother a drink because his drunk ass lost the discount card my friend's hookup gave him and he had to pay something like $35 just to get in.  Unfortunately, he wanted a Long Island. They're fifty dollars at Jet?! For fifty dollars I better be getting the alcohol equivalent of an entire bottle.  \n\nEvery time I go to a Vegas club I wish I had just gone to O'sheas, listened to the live band, and played $5 craps.  When will I learn?