Scottsdale’s Maya Day
And Night Club Is All Wet
The crowd jumps to the beat at Maya Day and Night Club in Scottsdale, Ariz. Images by Jeff Moses.
Beach/Pool Clubs — While Great Ideas On Paper — Are Disconnected From Reality Since Alcohol, Dancing, Water And Several Hundred College Kids Is A Recipe For Disaster
Calvin Harris, performs at Maya Day and Night Club in Scottsdale, Ariz. Image by Jeff Moses.
By Jeff Moses
Modern Times Magazine
May 2, 2013 — The brand spanking new Maya Day and Night Club, 7333 E. Indian Plaza in Old town Scottsdale, officially opened its gates last weekend and it was a raucous affair as a packed house drank, danced and swam.
But what I kept thinking about was how dangerous all of that fun was and that the opening was simply the beginning of the countdown to their first lawsuit.
I’m an adventurous “devil may care” kind of guy, but this place is just a bit ‘overboard.’ I am sorry to be such a downer on a new place but what exactly do the owners of the new club think is going to come of drunken college guys dancing around a slippery pool deck with drunken college girls on their shoulders?
This club has bad news written all over it.
I think the idea of a pool/club is one of those ideas that looks awesome on paper, but in practice leaves much to be desired. Think about the amount of danger people will be in when a large group of drunk people are trying to exit the pool as quickly as possible the first time some college student cannot hold their liquor and blows chunks into the water.
Then what is going to happen? Is the club going to close up shop for a week while the pool area gets disinfected, or are they going to do a half assed clean up and send people back to swim in possibly contaminated water?
Then there is the issue of having glass near a pool deck. Now don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely partaken in a cold long neck poolside, but not with 1,000 other drunk people dancing around me.
So, if a glass bottle breaks about 90 percent of the club is danger of cutting themselves because most of the people there are walking around barefoot.
One thing the club seems to have a pretty good hold of is the headlining acts. I must give credit where credit is due and bringing an international name like Calvin Harris to play your opening weekend is definitely pretty cool.
But Harris started his set at around 5 p.m. and if headlining sets starting that early are going to be a norm, so are dehydrated, puking, and passed out patrons who spent a little too much time kicking back booze in the sun and not enough time drinking water.
I know I sound like a horrible hater right now, but I just know from experience that sun, booze, and college kids can very often become a recipe for disaster, especially when an upscale establishment with plenty to lose gets involved.
Jeff Moses is a senior contributor to Modern Times Magazine. He can be reached at email@example.com.
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