Spring conundrum #342:
It’s Saturday night. The pink dawn of a new day is breaking over the Strip when you feel the nip of a second wind coming on.
Your move:
Cash chips, then fire up the convertible to get an early beat on the lobster pancake buffet 20 miles west of town.
Or:
Take one last nightcap, and maybe—just maybe—head to the Eiffel Tower in search of werewolf acrobats.
Then lobster pancakes.
Introducing Bazaar: Under the Eiffel Tower, an after-hours dance club/carnival with freaky performers, unfolding every Saturday above the city of lights, now soft-open but launching in full on Memorial Day weekend in Chateau Nightclub & Gardens at Paris Las Vegas.
Think of this pop-up club as “P.T. Barnum presents: Moulin Rouge meets Blade Runner.” Or better yet, don’t think, just go: trace the low-lying cloud of fog cut by laser lights to an elevated garden terrace covered by inner Eiffel Tower scaffolding. Up here, overlooking the Strip, you’ll meet a cast of carnival denizens: gypsies peddling their wares. Fortune-tellers telling fortunes. Contortionists contorting. Most of them circus vets with stories to tell and years of lost dancing to make up for.
So gesture for a seminude half-wolf gyrating in one of the elevated cages to come down and join you for the Oakenfold set in the eye of a perfect storm of confetti and bubbles.
You’ve seen Teen Wolf enough times to know what to do next.
It’s Saturday night. The pink dawn of a new day is breaking over the Strip when you feel the nip of a second wind coming on.
Your move:
Cash chips, then fire up the convertible to get an early beat on the lobster pancake buffet 20 miles west of town.
Or:
Take one last nightcap, and maybe—just maybe—head to the Eiffel Tower in search of werewolf acrobats.
Then lobster pancakes.
Introducing Bazaar: Under the Eiffel Tower, an after-hours dance club/carnival with freaky performers, unfolding every Saturday above the city of lights, now soft-open but launching in full on Memorial Day weekend in Chateau Nightclub & Gardens at Paris Las Vegas.
Think of this pop-up club as “P.T. Barnum presents: Moulin Rouge meets Blade Runner.” Or better yet, don’t think, just go: trace the low-lying cloud of fog cut by laser lights to an elevated garden terrace covered by inner Eiffel Tower scaffolding. Up here, overlooking the Strip, you’ll meet a cast of carnival denizens: gypsies peddling their wares. Fortune-tellers telling fortunes. Contortionists contorting. Most of them circus vets with stories to tell and years of lost dancing to make up for.
So gesture for a seminude half-wolf gyrating in one of the elevated cages to come down and join you for the Oakenfold set in the eye of a perfect storm of confetti and bubbles.
You’ve seen Teen Wolf enough times to know what to do next.
