Gman and J Vic dressed for the occasion - our goal, the Bikini Beach Party at Rio. We donned our best beach attire and headed for the dunes. Our journey started as a hike to the Sands Convention Center - consider this the trail-head. From the Sands(aka Venetian), we learned that it was a-OK to purchase ice-cold, frothy beverages and cruise the Strip....on foot. After careful planning, we found ourselves at Coyote Ugly, where the show is worth the price of a Bud. Need proof?
Could this possibly get old? Actually, by 10pm, yes - we decided to continue our quest for the beach club. Flip-flopping our way down the Strip, we somehow managed to flag a cab for a ride to Rio. After arriving at the classy, group-size revolving door, we proceeded to find our way to the entrance of Bikini's and the sign reading "Proper attire required". Perfect!! I knew we wore our sandals for a reason. But then our innocence was squashed as the bouncer barked that sandals and flips were not allowed...we needed close-toed shoes.
"So, what size do you wear?", we inquired.
Apparently, our wit was not enough to get us in the door either, and we were reduced to selecting a choice spot at the iBar. We were told at the front desk that Rio was working on attracting an upscale crowd and that we would not be admitted to the beach club (or any bar at Rio other than the "cold") with open-toe shoes. Be forewarned....only in the middle of the desert do you need to get dressed up to go to the beach.
Back to NY-NY and our east coast babes with attitude. Here's what we think of Rio...
