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.
Cash chips, then fire up the convertible to get an early beat on the lobster pancake buffet 20 miles west of town.
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.