A cold look at working in Sin City's hottest club
There were still six hours left in my shift when I climbed onto a man’s shoulders in four-inch heels. It was a Friday night at Marquee, the hottest club in Las Vegas, and there I was, in a line of cocktail waitresses, waving a giant poster of the letter L.
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Six of us were spelling out the name A-L-E-X-I-S (though, at that moment it read E-L-A-X-I-S), while our co-workers pumped bottles of Grey Goose vodka in the air and cheered for the birthday girl. The crowd was screaming and snapping photos of us, the highlight of a night they’ll probably never forget.
What I’ll never forget about my night as a Las Vegas nightclub cocktail waitress is how a stranger’s neck sweat dripped onto the hem of my dress and stuck to my legs, or how fake our smiles grew with each passing second.
My night began leaning against the wall of employee lockers, waiting patiently as one of the girls laced me into the Marquee cocktail waitress uniform, a skintight velvet dress that corsets up the back and front with black ribbons. It was sparkly, soft and suffocating, and Robbie, the thirtysomething waitress I would be shadowing that night, laughed as my face turned as purple as the dress.
Marquee draws celebs like Jenny McCarthy (left) to private events. (Photo by Isaac Brekken/Getty Images for Buffalo David Bitton)
The sprawling 60,000-square-foot complex can hold 3,500 revelers and includes the hip-hop-inspired Boom Box Room and a more low-key Library (“There are actual books there,” one waitress whispered). Tonight, I would be working one of the VIP booths in the main room, where customers are required to drop between $1,000 and $10,000 on bottles of alcohol, depending on the night.