At the Hard Rock the smoke just settles around you.
Most casinos, you can see exhaled cigarette smoke instantly disappear into the ceiling ventilation system. It was like being in a sealed box with cigarette smoke being pumped in. My wife and I had to wear KN95 masks just to breathe. The entrance to the venue required us to walk through the smokiest casino on the planet. Definitely affected our overall enjoyment. I have never seen so many people escorted out of a concert in my 35 years of attending live shows. Sheesh, don’t taze me bro! There were probably 40 venue security people and 12-15 armed sheriff deputies in full tactical gear roaming the venue constantly hassling kids for smoking, vaping, leaning on the railing, dancing too loud, smiling too wide, and who knows what else. I paused in the aisle on my way back from the restroom for about 15 seconds to enjoy a particularly good musical moment, and two security guards approached me with an overly aggressive stance and said “Okay sir, we are going to need you to return to your assigned seat”.
The venue security was overbearing, rude and thoroughly unpleasant. Ticket takers, merch table and concession area staff were all very friendly. The venue itself was nice enough, not too big. Ween’s performance was incredible as per usual.
