After running on the beach, I returned to the Confidante confident to go to the pool. The hotel said there would be a DJ that day. Visions of old school Vegas pool parties popped in my head (see Vegas Knockout: Fading to Blackout at the Hard Rock). It ended up being much more tame than that. The music was more for ambiance and less for getting the guests hype. In fact, there were a few people reading books in the pool. That doesn’t scream party. It does give me some hope that people still read.
If you’re not a guest of the hotel and you happen to be male, you’ll have to wait in line. When you get in, there’s a $100 spend. If you are a quick talker, you may be able to skip the line and receive two comped drinks (valued at $42) if you give the right person a $50 note. Then there’s no minimum spend. This blogger still hit it meaning the only value I received was fast tracking the queue. I was regretting that expenditure both monetarily and physically the next day.
The music was good. It was not heavy trance, and it wasn’t all top 40.