inthemix goes to Marquee's opening night

After months of anticipation, last Friday night saw Marquee at The Star open its doors to a fleet of invited guests. Fresh from a superstar week in Miami, Afrojack was flown in as the main event, alongside Marquee Vegas regular RedFoo and an assorted cast of famous people not often associated with dance music (err, Slash, anyone?).

Guests who arrived before 10pm were met by an open bar worthy of the superclub’s multi-million dollar price tag. The club, however, hit capacity at 10pm, with the bulk of the invitee list arriving at once. A lengthy wait ensued for those who stuck it out – with trays of drinks to help kill the time. “In the latter part of the evening, when the nightclub reached capacity, we were very conscious of guests who were waiting patiently in line as we worked to get them into the venue as quickly as possible,” a spokeswoman from The Star told The Daily Telegraph.

Inside the club, though, any feelings of frustration during the painful line-up were forgotten. Despite a lower-than-expected ceiling, the combination of a killer sound system, great lights, open bar and a genuinely excited crowd made for a pretty good first impression. Just like a scene from a club in Vegas, there were people dancing on couches and tables, pumping their Marquee glow-sticks in the air. LMFAO’s RedFoo spent a fair amount of time on the mic, declaring Marquee open and generally hyping the place up, going as far as to quote, “I’m up in Sydney, bitch,” to which the crowd went bananas on cue.

In addition to the main area, there is another dancefloor area, The Boom Box (soundtrack: R&B), as well as a private area fitted our like a library where many of the V-VIPs were hanging out. With chesterfields, full table service and a big screen TV with a live feed from the main room, it’s clearly the designated high-rollers room. The bar staff were clearly chosen for their attentiveness and, well, attractiveness.

Underwear-clad dancers behind glass as well as dominatrix style actors (including a midget) gave the place a real touch of Vegas – as ‘real’ as Vegas gets, anyway. There were no great surprises with the music, each DJ playing a predictable and effective string of commercially-friendly dance tracks of the moment. Sadly, no Right Said Fred.

Stay tuned for official photos from the opening weekend on inthemix.