So last week my cousin kept bugging me about this vclub thing – said everyone’s talking about it but won’t explain what it actually is. Got curious enough to dig into it myself. Here’s exactly what went down:
Step one: actually finding legit info
Googled “vclub” and wow, garbage results everywhere. First page was all these shady promo codes and fake reviews. Scrolled like five pages deep until I spotted some actual discussion forums where real people talked about it.
How I finally got in
Took me forever to figure out it’s invitation-only. Messaged three friends before Dave finally caved and sent me his referral link. Signup page asked for:
- Personal phone number
- Payment card on file immediately (sketchy)
- Weirdly specific profile questions
Almost bailed when they charged $20 just for signup – thought that was the whole fee. Nope! Turns out that’s just the “membership verification charge” whatever that means.
What happens after you pay
Got this confusing email with a temporary login that expired in 12 hours. Finally logged in to see:
- A dashboard showing local events
- Messaging system full of notifications
- Some cryptic “points balance” thing
Clicked on Friday’s rooftop party – says I need 500 points to RSVP. My account had zero. Of course.
Making the thing actually work
Turns out you earn points by:
- Attending happy hour events (100 pts)
- Bringing new members (300 pts per sucker)
- Buying straight-up points ($1 = 10 pts)
Went to two terrible mixer events just to test it. First one had warm beer and six people. Second had better whiskey but creepy dude kept hitting on everyone. Earned enough for one real event.
Final verdict after a month
It’s basically a paywall disguised as a club. You keep paying to access things you already paid to access. Saw some cool people at the yacht party last week but spent like $400 getting in. My cousin owes me drinks forever for this “tip”. Honestly feels designed to make you feel exclusive while draining your wallet nonstop.
Would I recommend it? Hell no. Unless you’ve got money to burn and love jumping through pointless hoops. There, saved y’all three weeks of frustration.
