A group of eight of us was wandering the streets of the Strip, wondering where to go, and all of a sudden somebody approached us and told us about The Bank. Having received wristbands (guys $20 with \"free\" drink), we walked over and got through the short line quickly. \n\nThe entrance is enticing: once you pass the whole ticketing charade, you go up a steep escalator toward an ominously dark area. As you walk ahead, you hear the music and the people. We headed straight for the bar to retrieve our \"free\" drinks, and the bartender obliged. \n\nIt wasn't too crowded for a Saturday night--then again, it was only 10:30. But people were standing around in the upstairs area and dancing around on the downstairs \"dance floor.\" At one point, there were two gogo dancers who just seemed so awkward. One looked like she didn't feel comfortable at all, while the other looked like she was trying to convince her friend to dance. They would \"dance\" for a few seconds, and then walk toward each other and talk.\n\nMeanwhile, the music just sucked. I can't even describe it, other than that it wasn't anything that I've heard or anything that people can really dance to. So I opted to sit down, but at last was told to get up because all the tables/ booths are for reservations only. So... No seats at all. Great.\n\nShortly thereafter, my patience grew thin, and I just left. Definitely not a fan.