Don’t know about you, but we refuse to confine nocturnal revelry to the 48-odd hours between Friday evening and Monday morning. It’s not fair to Tuesday. Or Sunday, even. Or you. So today, you reclaim the rest of the week with this most convivial slate of non-weekend parties. Because whoever said watching a DJ pull large objects with his nipples at an exotic tiki bar was just a Saturday thing was misinformed...
The Scene: High on a roof. Higher on hip-hop from celebrated DJs and full concerts by
famous rappers. Perilously low on accordion solos and not having fun.
Keywords: Panoramic Strip skyline, puns, Fat Joe, pool-adjacent ambience.
The Scene: An intimate celebration heavy on locals featuring big (big) name DJs and the
industry-serving folks who make Vegas tick the rest of the week.
Keywords: Champagne, Tiësto, brutal heels, a keen sense of gratitude, where did all the
tourists go.
The Scene: A not-unattractive crowd of influencers, celebrities, you and yours on the dance
floor, getting down to a live performance or DJ while the fountains of Bellagio do their thing in the
background.
Keywords: Dancing people, dancing models, dancing water, general dancing.
The Scene: A fever dream of shrunken celebrity heads, mummified warriors, Disney artifacts
and gratis punch (for ladies), featuring a DJ named “The Baron” who spins old-school records and
performs party tricks with his nipples.
Keywords: Dole Whip, tiny parasols, overproof rum, surf punk, fire, aureole.
The Scene: An unabashedly joyful celebration with a nostalgia-inducing lineup of live
performers (Salt-N-Pepa, Tone Loc, Vanilla Ice). Tonight, you can catch Wreckx-n-Effect doing their thing.
Next week is Arrested Development.
Keywords: People who remember the ’90s, people born in the ’90s, ironic overalls,
rhythmically nodding your head, “Rump Shaker.”
