The Vegas Party Blog for Saturday, July 29th, 2006

Places Attended: California Pizza Kitchen, Kokomos, LOVE, House Party.

I wasn't even going to bother telling anyone that I wouldn't go out again tonight, because I knew they would just find it a personal challenge to lure me with enticing offers that only a fool would refuse (for those of you just joining the blog, I’ve been virtually living at nightclubs for almost a week now).

Around 7PM Matt Lindsey calls me and tells me he has something special planned for my birthday week, and to be ready by 8:30 sharp. Can do. Matt and Rachel pick me up at the appropriate time and we speed towards the Strip doing at least twice the legal speed limit (if you are a cop reading this, please disregard that statement).

We arrive at the Mirage Valet and then navigate our way through the casino to the ever tasty, California Pizza Kitchen. It’s Saturday night in Vegas and there is a two hour line to get into pretty much anything – anywhere. Fortunately we aren’t new at this and Matt works on property. We slide past the invited guest line, speak with the chef, hang out at the gift shop for a few minutes, and return to find three (3) freshly prepared spaghettis and drinks waiting at a table for us to enjoy.

Next is the “Kokomo” bar just near JET nightclub for cocktails where we get into a lively discussion about what the word Martini means. I accidentally blurt out that “every time I hear the word martini, I automatically think of the stereotypical 50 year old alcoholic divorced hag at the bar.” Much to my surprise (and slight embarrassment), there were two very loud and very stereotypical 50 year old alcoholic divorced hags sitting directly behind me who gave me very dirty looks after they heard what I said. What on God's green earth are the odds of that happening?! Haha..

After a laugh and a Long Island, we make our way to the entrance of the brand new Cirque Du Soleil show “LOVE.” This show was absolutely phenomenal. There were so many different things going on at once, and the stage was like something out of a dream. It broke apart in so many different places at just the right time to accommodate the hundred or so performers that were doing things that would amaze even the most jaded of entertainment reviewers. Very impressed to say the least.

I had accidentally arranged for more than one friend to come pick me up after the show, and walk out of the entrance to find Dillon, Stephanie, and Evan all patiently waiting to kick my ass (sorry again, I feel horrible). We meet up with Kalika at Treasure Island, and decide to make our way to a house party on the southside of town.

Wow. I haven’t been to a house party in forever, and this one was about as typical as they come. Lots of red Dixie cups, lots of very drunk people, and a whole lot of things getting broken. I think the highlight of the night was when the owner of the house decided to play “indoor croquet,” and then put on someone’s high heels before he started breaking furniture with his croquet mallet. I think it’s time to go home now. Haha.

Question of the night: Why did I have 3 different people meet me for a ride?

A Special thanks to Matt Lindsey (JET) for the kind accommodations.

The Vegas Party Blog for Friday, July 28th, 2006

Places Attended: Tao and JET Nightclub.

My voice sounds like an angry horse, I’ve been “out” for 6 days straight, and I’ve very adamantly declared that even wild wolves couldn’t drag me to a nightclub again tonight. Leave it up to Kalika to call me and tell me that she really wants to introduce me to some friends of hers from out of town (apparently one owns the Mansion club in Miami, and another one is opening up Crobar here in Las Vegas sometime next year). She was very persistent and I’m always down to meet new people. Completely hating life at this point, I reluctantly accept her offer of a table at Tao, and meet at her house around 9PM.

As we arrive to Tao, every possible place where one could wait in line or get someone’s attention to let us in was absolutely bursting at the seams. It was complete and total chaos trying to get in. Fortunately after a few minutes we were able to push our way through to the side to get in (we undoubtedly pissed off a couple of security guards in the process).

On the inside Tao was even more ridiculously slammed. This is why I don’t go out on weekends or holidays EVER. Too many people, too many egos, and far too many tourists who don’t always know how to behave in crowded places. After about an hour of sitting at the table watching people with sunglasses walk by, we were very exhausted and decided that we had enough of the madness and said our goodbyes.

Matt Lindsey really wanted us to stop by JET before we called it a night, so we walk across the street to Mirage and stepped into the club for a minute. JET was completely the opposite of the crowded insanity that was TAO on a Friday night. There wasn’t a single person waiting to get in, and you could very easily move around the inside (this is why I strongly recommend going to JET on Friday nights. The club is far less packed and you can actually enjoy yourself).

Orlando Oquendo (the Operations Manager) kindly bought us a round of Long Islands, and then we made our way back to the Venetian to get our car. Finished up the night with some late night food at Winchell’s (no not the donut place). Another night in the bag.

Question of the night: Why have we been at TAO four nights in a row? 

A Special thanks to Larson Legris (Tao), Jordan Miner (Tao), Bob Shindelar (Tao), Zee Zandi (Jet), and Orlando Oquendo (JET) for the kind accommodations.

The Vegas Party Blog for Thursday, July 27th, 2006

Places Attended: My Birthday Party, Tao, and finally Tryst.

At the end of last night I was the designated driver for Dillon and Stephanie, and we all somehow decided that it was a good idea to go swimming at his new house in the wee hours of the morning (7AM) after going to Spearmint Rhino for late night cocktails. This of course led to us all just staying at Dillon’s house, and waking up the next day (my birthday) waiting for a ride to our respective houses.

We are in West Las Vegas wearing the same clothes that we wore the night before (Dillon and I are in club attire, Stephanie is in a green miniskirt), and this is after we have already been swimming a few hours earlier. Let me tell you, we looked fantastic! Haha. Dillon’s family had just changed houses, and he needed to deliver some things to his old house before he could take us home. This ended up literally being an all day event. We drove back to North West Vegas, to his new place, back up, back down and then FINALLY to my house 5 hours later at around 6:45PM; just in time to get ready and meet everyone for my birthday! (Will this day ever end?)

Everyone had been calling me all day trying to figure out what we were doing for the night. “Are we going to dinner? Do you want a comped bottle at ____ club? Ok, how about at ___ club? Can I take you to dinner? What’s the plan for tonight?” After about 20 similar calls from great friends who wanted to make sure that I had a great night, I finally just decided that I didn’t want anything special for tonight. There were just too damned many of us to worry about getting table service or restaurant reservations (plus, I hate having everyone feel obligated to be somewhere on my behalf). The plan of attack for tonight will just be the typical Thursday: Chad’s, Tao, and finally to Tryst.

I drive over to Chad’s house to find about 30 people waiting for me for pre-drinking and a birthday cake (Thanks Kalika). Apparently Vodka and Cake didn’t sound like a natural combination, so not a single piece of the cake was eaten before someone randomly did a karate chop and destroyed the whole thing (yes it was a waste, but it was pretty damned funny).

Our ridiculously large convoy of cars makes our way over to the Venetian valet, and we all walk straight into Tao courtesy of management. Kalika had a table upstairs, Justin had a table downstairs, and we had handfuls of drink tickets (again, courtesy of Tao); this was surely meant to be a long night.

After about an hour of running around the club shaking hands and hugging babies, we adjourn over to Tryst to meet up with even more people and to finish out the night (All of the locals are out on Thursdays, and even more joined the citywide party since it was my birthday). There was an obvious growing trend of people wanting to buy me shots and Long Islands for my big day, and I’ve learned a great trick to avoid being rude and refusing their kind gestures; avoid standing next to the bar and anytime someone asks just say “Oh thanks, maybe in a minute!” Worked like a charm until my roommate Davis walked up with a $55 shot of Johnny Walker Blue. That was like a steak dinner in a glass!

Question of the night: Why was I the only one good to drive home?

 

A Special thanks to Larson Legris (Tao), Jordan Miner (Tao), Bob Shindelar (Tao), Cy Waits (Tryst), and John Thomason (Tryst) for the kind accommodations.

The Vegas Party Blog for Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

Places Attended: Bullrun Party at Caesars, Dopamine Launch Party at Tao, Tabu, Spearmint Rhino, and the State of Utah.

I frequently hear complaints that I don’t update the Las Vegas Party Blog nearly enough (my mother Damara De'Stefanos actually calls me daily on the subject), so I wanted to officially apologize for writing one for about every twenty nights that I go out. Something I’m definitely going to try to do more often. I’m a “one man show” when it comes to this site, and I always have to prioritize my time to handle all of the marketing, new articles, design, content expansion, upgrades, and most importantly…efforts to help “monetize” this project!

I’ve been very impressed by the tremendous (and international) response. AOL linked jackcolton.com on the cover of their site for a while, and Robin Leach mentioned the other day that NY Times and LA Times have apparently both done features on me / this project (there are a few national magazine articles coming up as well). Not a day goes by where I don’t wake up to an inbox full of emails from people who are looking forward to their Las Vegas trip, and I am constantly getting the chance to meet people from all over the world, in every imaginable type of industry, who have enjoyed the content of this site. I genuinely appreciate your support!

The most exciting part is that this is really only a few months into it. I literally began work on the jackcolton.com project in mid march, and I’m continuing to mold everything in the direction I want to take. As time goes on, you will see more national sponsors on this site that are relevant to readers in the 21-35 age range, and an entire new gaming section that will feature equally detailed information on both Las Vegas and online casinos. And whatever other opportunities pop up.

But enough of that. This is a Party Blog, right? Wednesday night started with the lavishly held “BULLRUN” party at the Venus Pool of Caesars Palace. Kalika, Tiffany Masters, Samona, and I were met at Valet by a VIP host and taken through the back entrance of the casino to where the check in desk and “Step and Repeat” (the wall of logos they take your picture in front of) were. We were immediately greeted and kindly welcomed by all of Pure’s management, Blake Anthony (of Pure), and a few photographers. A grand entrance to say the least. Unfortunately, my night immediately took an unexpected turn when I realized that I was a absolute moron and forgot my ID at home. Haha. I have honestly never done that, but you can blame Paris Hilton for me not being able to just walk in from everyone knowing me. Apparently her 20 year old boyfriend (at the time) Stavros Niarchos was at Pure a few months ago and was shown on the E! Network drinking and gambling. The Nevada Gaming commission came down on Caesars like a hungry fly on day old meat. Now they have to show that they have ID'd everyone.

Eric Gladstone was kind enough to drive me to my house, and then we returned about 45 minutes later to a far less crowded event. Our group grew just a bit, and then adjourned over to Tao for the Dopamine Beverage launch party featuring Chris Clouse. After a couple of hours (and many a free Dopamine), our group of 30 something people worked our way over to Tabu for “IT” Wednesdays. And then eventually over to Spearmint Rhino to end the night.

All of this somehow made going swimming at 7AM in West Las Vegas seem like a good idea, and resulted in me not actually getting home until 6:30 PM the next day. Which is my birthday….oh wow. This is a long week.

Question of the night: Why did I sleep in a crowded bed with no sheets?

 

A Special thanks to Blake Anthony (Pure), Eric Gladstone (CelebrityWeek.com), Jason Straus (Tao), Sean Krejci (Dopamine), Jason Hughes (Tabu), and Dillon Reese (Spearmint Rhino) for the kind accommodations.

The Vegas Party Blog for Tuesday, July 25th, 2006

Places Attended: Bodog Party at Tao & Palms Sleepover.

I think that I’m going to find myself sitting in a coffee shop 30 years from now looking back wondering if I had actually led the life that I have had the opportunity to enjoy throughout the past few years. Was it all just a dream? Apparently not. Thank god I always carry a camera around!

The night started out at Tao with Dillon, “the Stephanies,” Eric and I attending the Bodog.com party. Before I go any further, it is probably important to mention that Bodog is one of the world’s fastest growing online gaming empires, and not surprisingly they are also one of the most successful. With BILLIONS of dollars in profits each year, absolutely no expense is spared when it comes to partying (no I’m not just saying that because they are a sponsor).

It seriously felt surreal. Picture an entire nightclub filled with Cirque De Soliel style performances, silk pillows, women bathing in bathtubs overflowing with rose petals, super models getting oil massages behind mesh curtains, midgets running around in black ninja gear, Asian performers having sword fights and balancing each other on their heads to the beat of the music, waiters passing around freshly cooked steak, and room after room of premium open bar. Bob Shindelar (one of the lead hosts of Tao) walked up to me and said “this is the most elaborate event we have ever had at Tao.” That is quite a feat since Tao is already one of the most elaborate nightclubs in the world!

But it is Tuesday for crying out loud, and the night is still young. Next we made our way over to The Palms to partake in their “sleepover” party. For those of you who are avid readers of this blog, you will recall that the Palms occasionally has special rates in both of their hotel towers for members of the Las Vegas nightlife and media industry, and opens up all of their clubs and hotel suites for this party. Naturally, every different suite is completely sponsored by a different alcohol company who wants to promote their new drinks. And Yes, that means a whole lot of OPEN BAR.

We spent the next few hours bouncing from room to room, party to party, and group of friends to group of friends. Every elevator door opened to find even more of the people I enjoy being around the most waiting on the other side, and half of them were carrying entire bottles of Malibu rum! One of the most memorable points of the night is when Ali, Kristin, Liza, and I all were accidentally knocked over like bowling pins onto the bed behind us (which ended up spilling all of our drinks), and then Jason Habel of Body English decided to grab the NapkinNights camera, stand above all of us, and have an entire photo shoot.

Tomorrow night is the Dopamine Clothing and Beverage launch party at Tao, and then the following day is my birthday. It’s going to be a loooong week!

Question of the night: Why did I drive an $80,000 Mercedes home that wasn't mine?

 

A Special thanks to Justin Johal of Bodog.com and The Palms Hotel and Resort for the kind accommodations.

Party Blog for Thursday, June 29th 2006
Places Attended: Wynn Hotel and Tryst Nightclub

This week has been a busy one! I have been continuing the JackColton.com project launch, writing a guest column on AOL for Robin Leach’s “Luxe Life,” and also writing a feature for Kay Jewelers "Kiss Magazine" on behalf of VegasVIP. This obviously didn't allow for much fun (or sleep) in the past week, so as soon as I finished all of my projects vowed to take off the next 48 hours (although starting a marathon of 5 days of going out to openings, parties, and nightclubs might not fall under the "relaxing" category). It didn't take long to get the first of a flood of similar phone calls:

Kalika: “Hey Colton, you HAVE to stay at Wynn tonight. They comped a room for me!”

Stephanie: “Hey Colton, Stephanie and I have a room at Wynn tonight!”

Kalika: “Hey Colton, I just found out that YOU have a room at Wynn tonight.”

Micheal Tomes: “Hey Jack, I’ll see you at Tryst tonight. I have a room at Wynn.”

Dan Nunes: “Yea.....I’ve got a room at Wynn tonight.”

Alex: “I understand everyone has rooms at Wynn tonight. Hotel Party?”

I’m not one to argue with any of these people on the matter, as I would be an absolute fool to turn down a free luxury suite at Wynn….especially when I will be there for Tryst Nightclub anyway. I quickly got dressed, packed a bag (that I ended up leaving in the wrong room...but that's another story), picked up a couple of bottles, and made my way towards Las Vegas Blvd. I parked my car, met Kalika in her room, found “the Stephanies” in theirs, and soon found Alex, JD, Chad, Jessie, Patch, Carla, Ali, and Kristin all showing up to start what we would all soon refer to as "local's night at Wynn."

We are all in room 1758, drinks are pouring, music is playing, and we end up absolutely out of glasses. Dillon, Chad, Alex and I gather up room keys and start roaming the hotel tower gathering up supplies from the other floors. After visiting the 17th, 21st, 25th, and 59th floors, we finally returned to the party with armloads of glassware, and got back to business. Soon it was about time to head downstairs to Tryst. The club was a great crowd (as usual on a Thursday), everyone I wanted to see was there, and we even had the chance to meet the actual owner of Grey Goose! How cool is that?

Several hours later, a few of us decide it was time for some good food at Wynn Café, and make our way across the casino. We literally were the only people in this sprawling restaurant built for over 800 people to dine in, but that didn’t stop them from seating us in a VERY tiny booth near the back of the room. Even as our party grew from four people to six people, we still were not allowed to move to a nearby larger table. Almost sitting in each other’s laps as we AGAIN grew (from six to eight people), we decided it would be a good idea to at least pull up an extra chair (keep in mind we still are the ONLY table in the entire restaurant). This apparently was such a problem that the manager of the restaurant came by to inform us that the single extra chair was a fire hazard, and that we had to remove it immediately. I don’t know about you, but when you are packed at a table in the middle of an empty restaurant built for 800+ people…..yea...whatever.

The next morning I’m about to give Kristin a ride home, and she is walking with me to registration. No big deal right? The only problem is that we are both wearing the exact same clothes from the night before. Our hair is messy. She is carrying a large Louis Vuitton handbag. Wearing a sexy miniskirt from the “best legs in Las Vegas competition" she had participated in the night before. And is the current centerfold in the July issue of Strip Magazine. It couldn't POSSIBLY have looked any more like I had purchased a high-end hooker for the night.

We even saw a woman physically grab her child and push him away from us!

Question of the night: Why are we still awake?

 

A Special thanks to John Thomason, Tryst, and Wynn Las Vegas for the kind accommodations.

In attendance:
Alex, JD, Dillon, Carla, Jesse Fender, Giesse, Chad Dallas, Stephanie W, Stephanie, Kalika, Patch, Michael Tomes, Dan Nune, Kedda, Ruby, John Thomason, Chad Saunders, Ali, Kristin, Steve, Kim, Kelly Guldi, Susan, Paria, Mahsheed, Gloria, and the Grey Goose Guy.

 

The Las Vegas Party Blog
Saturday, May 6th 2006

Places Attended: Grand Opening Party of Playboy Tower & JET Nightclub

As things have been going all weekend, I very adamantly declared that I wouldn’t under ANY circumstances be going out tonight. At about 8PM I got in the car, headed to KFC for a bucket of chicken, and stopped by one of those automated movie rental stations at the Smith’s grocery store to pick up a flick for the night. As I’m scrolling through the options of the available movies, I get a FRANTIC phone call from Kalika asking me what I was doing tonight. She told me that she had just gotten a last minute invitation for her and a guest to one of the hottest events in Las Vegas of the year; the Grand Opening of the Playboy Tower at the Palms Casino.

Kalika was screaming into the phone, “Oh my God Colton, you HAVE to come with me. Everyone is going to be there. All the celebrities in the world, all the Sacramento Kings, and anyone who is anyone in Las Vegas will be hanging out in three floors of the suites in the brand new tower!!!” At this point I am still looking for a movie to watch tonight, until I hear the words that hit me like the final winning number to a lottery ticket holder, “there will be free lobster, premium open bar, and more press than any event we have ever been to before!!!” I immediately stopped looking for a movie, went home, and put a suit on.

As we walked up to the huge chaotic line waiting to get to the elevator for the party, it became quite clear that Kalika wasn’t kidding. This was absolutely the place to be in Las Vegas, and was undoubtedly one of the hardest events to get into on the entire West Coast at this very moment. Almost all of my list of the “30 Most influential people in Las Vegas nightlife” were WAITING IN LINE to get in (something absolutely unheard of), and at least fifty (50) press members were standing next to the red carpet snapping thousands of pictures of the arriving billionaires and the countless invited celebrities. After a short wait for the elevator, we make our way through the press gauntlet and finally up to the 26th floor.

Wow. And I’ll say again, Wow. They did SUCH an amazing job with this new tower. Each of the suites was themed completely different, and all were absolutely filled to the brim with more celebrities non-shalantly roaming the halls than any place I have ever seen before. Now I’m sure you are wondering who all was there, right? You will just have to stay tuned for the latest Vegas Magazine and 944, because I am the absolute WORST in recognizing famous people. I know I hung out with Good Charlotte, Paris & Nicky Hilton, Depeche Mode, CC Deville, Homa Safar, and the and only Robin Leach during different points of the night; all the while sipping on green champagne and tasting the exotically prepared finger foods as the waiters walked by.

At one point while Kalika was looking for her friend, I started playing around with the buttons on the wall in the “Erotic Suite.” I hit one button and all of the sudden the giant red leather bed in middle of the bedroom started ferociously spinning in circles, and almost threw the couple that had snuggled up on it off onto the floor. Oops! Next I hit a button that made all of the windows in the shower go from clear to opaque. The only problem with that is this particular shower is right in the middle of the crowded suite, has a sexy go-go dancer performing on a stripper pole inside of it, and when the windows go opaque she is closed off by herself in a small room with loud music dancing around with a leather whip. Talk about feeling a little strange! I couldn’t resist hitting it a few more times for the hell of it. Lol.

As the party started to wear down; Kalika and I were trying to leave and accidentally got into the wrong elevator. Instead of taking us to our car, we end up going to an even more insanely celebrity filled party upstairs on the 36th floor. Kalika works her magic at the door, and we walk into a two story mansion-style penthouse suite filled with girls in bikinis, more celebrities, even more millionaires, another premium open bar, and eventually into a complete swimming pool on the balcony that overlooks the city. I GUESS we will stay just a little longer....but I don’t want to though! (haha)

After an hour or so in the penthouse, Kalika and I make our way over to JET Nightclub at the Mirage. We say hello to Chad Dallas, Matt Lindsey, Kiki, Zee, and then head home for the night. Only in Las Vegas can you start an evening by trying to rent a movie, and end the evening by hanging out with the people who starred in it. Gotta love it.

-Jack Colton

Question of the night: Where did I put that chicken from KFC?

 

The Las Vegas Party Blog
Thursday, April 20th 2006

Places Attended: Simons, Tao, Tryst, Empire Ballroom, Seamless, and California.

I had no intention whatsoever of staying out anywhere after Simons tonight. I’ve had a very busy schedule lately, and a night at home sounded amazing. Chad was kind of feeling the same thing, and he and I promised each other that we would be home by midnight at the absolute latest (yeah right). I even went so far as to wear a ridiculously stupid looking hat thinking that I wouldn’t be able to get into clubs when my very convincing friends tried to drag me out. Sounds like a perfectly respectable Las Vegas party countermeasure right? Unfortunately, everyone was undeterred by my stupid looking hat, at home by midnight wasn’t going to happen, and my friends would stop at nothing to make sure that I found myself walking out of a strip club at 9AM the next morning with an entire arm covered in re-entry stamps.

The night began at 9:30pm at Chad’s house for the usual “pre-drinking.” Dillon, Chad, Kalika, and I all hung out in the kitchen taking turns trying to cover up the missing candy out of Matt Lindsey’s Easter basket and drinking our early evening drink of choice, Skyy Vodka and Monster (For some reason Kalika didn’t think Matt would notice that his giant chocolate bunny was missing an ear.) Just as we were about to pile into the car to head for Simons, one of us noticed that Kalika’s latest adult DVD had just arrived by mail and was lying on top of the television. I don’t know about you, but I absolutely never miss an opportunity to make fun of a friend who accidentally starred in an adult film that is now being sold through national infomercials by showing her drunk, topless, and making out with two other girls in a hot tub (you can enjoy her movie by ordering your very own copy at www.wildpartygirls.com). After Kalika was sufficiently blushing at the sight of seeing herself naked on a big screen television in front of all of her friends, we all adjourned over to Simons at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino to listen to the very talented Chris Clouse perform his weekly concert.

We met up with James, Chad Saunders, Eric, Heather, and Tracy Lee at Simons, and then hung out for about an hour by the pool. Dillon steals my car keys and drives everyone (including my ridiculously stupid looking hat) to the Venetian to check out Bo Karlen’s birthday party at Tao. While I never actually saw Bo to wish him a happy 41st, we all ended up hanging out at Kalika’s booth for a while before we made the short trip over to the Wynn Casino to check out Tryst for a bit. The doorman waved us through the line, and we found Chris Clouse, Jason Oronzi, Liza, and Aimee in their usual spot down by the main bar. I have to say that Tryst on Thursdays has one of the most consistently sexy crowds of any club in town (up there with Body English on Sundays). As usual tonight the crowd was perfect, drinks were flowing making us all flawlessly buzzed, and the cool breeze off of the lake blowing into the club totally helped set the night’s tone. Sounds like a great place to end the evening right? Not if Dillon has anything to do with it.

On the way over to Empire Ballroom, I decide to stop at the 7-11 for some dirt cheap cocktails and some pretzels. We pull into the Empire Ballroom parking lot, crack open our massive drinks, and have a heart-to-heart talk for about 45 minutes. We discussed family backgrounds, the apparent inconsistent salt content on $.99 pretzels, and then finally made our way into Empire Ballroom. We say hello to Adam Gould, finally get the chance to wish Bo Karlen a happy birthday, have a drink or two with Chad Saunders, and for some reason decide to head over to Seamless for an hour or two. I'm afraid that is where this story has to stop. Everything that happened after this point will officially be omitted from public record, and won't ever be discussed again. Nobody was arrested, not too much sex was involved, and only a little blood was drawn. Don’t even ask to hear the whole story, as I’m going to be strangely tight lipped about the whole thing. Let’s just say I found myself walking out of a Strip Club at 9AM and then ended up in California immediately there after. Thanks Dillon!

-Jack Colton

Question of the night: Why am I missing a shoe?

 

The Vegas Party Blog for Tuesday, April 11th, 2006

Places Attended: Tao, Ghost Bar, Pure, Teatro, & Del Taco.

So as many people know, the kind folks at the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) recently sent me a very friendly letter regarding some apparent “discrepancies” in my 2004 Tax Filings, and kindly “requested” that I immediately send them enough money to buy breast implants for half of Las Vegas. I was thinking of sending them a bouquet of flowers to apologize for lying to them for all of these years, but instead just bent over, grabbed my toes, and sent them their money.

Keeping my imminent financial peril in mind, I decided that I didn’t want to spend a ton of money going out tonight, and that the only responsible thing to do was to join Kalika, Heather, Tiffany Masters, Matt Lindsey, Liza, and (at a distance) the one and only Robin Leach for a very cost effective $500.00 meal at Tao’s restaurant. After all; a well-cooked Filet Mignon always helps clear my mind. We laughed, told stories, drank a bit, and two hours later decided it was about time to check out Cary Hart’s (Hart & Huntington) birthday party at Ghost Bar.

We took the elevator to the 56th floor of the Palms Tower, and were greeted at the top by a variety of celebrities, camera crews, and some of most notorious nightlife faces in Las Vegas; as they were all leaving! Apparently we got there late? We still were lucky enough to get the chance to hang out with Tracy Lee, Jessica, Aimee, Drummer KC, and Kiki for a few minutes before we all decided to adjourn to our next stop of the evening- Pure Nightclub.

Pure has some of the best Hosts in Las Vegas, is easily the most celebrity frequented spot in town, and the majority of their staff will go out of their way to provide excellent customer service. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I like every single thing about Pure. Every single thing except for the lead doorman who apparently has developed a sincere hatred for myself and anyone that I am around. This man, for the past two years (including when he was at Tangerine), has made it his goal to find even the smallest reason to give me shit about something that I’m wearing. One of the last times I was there he decided that my Kenneth Cole coat was a little too “informal,” and didn’t enough adhere to the collared-shirt and jeans dress code requirements of “team dude” (I got mad, threw the coat in the trashcan behind him, and walked in). Tonight he settled for throwing my ID back in my hand, hurriedly stamping my wrist, and proceeding to give Matt Lindsey shit for his shoes (he let him in anyway). I think he and I need to go to relationship counseling?

After about an hour of hanging around upstairs, running into a lot of familiar faces (including Justin), and gathering up another six people to our “party train;” we made the short trek to the MGM Grand for one of the final nights of the Teatro lounge. This was one of the most unexpected things I have seen in Las Vegas in a while. Usually Teatro is very high-end/intimate/and trendy. After all, the place is a giant igloo! Tonight Teatro was covered in “You can save Teatro for the price of a coffee” posters, filled with topless dancers swinging from the ceiling, and had every single person in it that I would have wanted to be there. After all the amazing times we have had at Teatro, it is comforting to know that it will be going to a better place. Wait a minute…that’s what they said about my pet!

- Jack Colton

Question of the night: Where does a TEATRO go when it dies?

 

The Vegas Party Blog for Friday, April 7th, 2006

Places Attended: Palomino Club, Beauty Bar, Empire Ballroom

Sometimes plans will fall together from the strangest of circumstances. My friend Adam just purchased the world famous Palomino Strip Club just north of downtown, and asked me to help them out with their new design and marketing efforts as they renovate the property. For those of you who don’t know much about Las Vegas history, the Palomino was the first “Gentlemen’s Club” in Las Vegas, and remains one of the only fully nude venues in the United States that can also serve liquor. At about 6PM I found myself digging through the desk drawers in the Palomino Executive office looking for anything that we can use in their new marketing campaigns. I couldn’t help but to think about how much stuff must have happened in this room over the years, as this club catered to some of the most notorious people in the world during the height of the Las Vegas mob era. Unfortunately in spite of all the nostalgia for the club, the only thing left in the drawers was a bunch of old porn from the seventies. To give me a better idea of what the club is really like, Adam suggested that we all come by later in the night and enjoy a comped bottle.

At 10PM Davis and I went over to Chad’s house for some “pre-drinking,” I made some EXTREMELY strong Monster/Skyy Vodka drinks for everyone. Shortly there after, we all got into the car to drive to the Palomino. As I’m backing up, I almost smashed into a row of trashcans that were blocking the street. Apparently one of Chad’s neighbors has decided that he is ruler of the neighborhood, and will punish anyone who doesn’t take their trashcans in from the corner on trash day. His grand plan? Lining them in a row and blocking the street. I guess if you don’t take them in after two days, you don’t get to eat your ice cream with dinner?

We drove to the Palomino and met up with James, Alex, Michael, and Matt Safran. The manager of the club welcomes us, takes us to our booth, and has a bottle of champagne brought out. We look over to our left and see two (2) strippers going at it on the dance floor. Out of nowhere, this guy throws a $5 bill out on the dance floor and one of the strippers walks over, sticks her naked ass right in this guy’s face, and he starts doing the “motor boat” between her butt cheeks. I might be old fashioned, but that just doesn’t seem sexy? Anyone agree?

After about an hour or so, we decided it was time to move the night along. We got into our growing convoy of black luxury cars, drove downtown to the El Cortez Casino to valet the motorcade, and then walked across the street to a very crowded Beauty Bar. I’ve been to Beauty Bar many times, but haven’t ever seen it like this. What a cool vibe. It seriously felt like being in a Hollywood nightclub (older venue, weird location, no real dress codes). I grabbed a couple of people, headed over to the bar, pushed my way to the front, leaned over, held my VISA out, and tried to make eye contact with the very overwhelmed bartenders. Five (5) minutes passed by, and still no drinks. Just as I was about to flash my chest…everyone decided that it would be easier (and cheaper) just to walk across the street to the El Cortez for drinks. Two long islands and a beer later (hey…drinks were cheap); we walk back across to the Beauty Bar and hang out on the patio. Everyone was having such a great time laughing, dancing, and listening to the music under the moonlit sky.

On the way back to the El Cortez for more drinks, we see this giant fight break out. Apparently some drunken cowboy had an issue with the doorguy, which spread into some other old douche bag starting crap with innocent bystanders, which led into the douche bag getting thrown into a window, which made the douche bag feel the need to slap a girl, which convinced the angry crowd of bystanders to chase the douche bag into the alley, and…well…let’s just say the douche bag is probably a little sore today.

As we settle back into our barstools at the El Cortez, Matt decides that he is going to start buying homeless people shots. Being that we are in downtown Las Vegas, this could have gotten expensive quickly. Luckily, he only found one sitting at the bar and got that philanthropic need out of his system. After a few rounds of drinks, we decided that we would finish the night at Empire Ballroom. We said goobye to Evita, gott back into our convoy of cars, and made our way towards the Strip. Chad Saunders and Adam Gould were working the door, and waved us through the line. It was still fairly early in the night for an After Hours (3:30AM), so the crowd was just starting to fill up. It didn’t take long before we ran into Kalika, Kiki, Matt Lindsey, Jessie, and Celina.

In spite of the excellent vibe at Empire, Chad and I decided it was about time to call it a night and headed home. As we got to his house, the trash cans were still out blocking the driveway. I decided to take matters into my own hands, get out of the car, and throw the trash cans out of the way. I was really hoping that one of them would have some trash in it that we could dump onto the neighbor’s doorstep, but no such luck. | -JC

Question of the night: Why didn't we take any pictures?

The Vegas Party Blog for Monday, April 3rd, 2006

Places Attended: Rainbow Bar & Grill

All in the course of about five (5) minutes I found out that the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) was after me for back taxes and that my patent submissions were rejected for “technical reasons.” I sulked for a bit over a steak dinner at Chilli’s with Matt Lindsey, and then decided that rather than sit at home and think about it all, I would do the only logical thing on a Monday night in Las Vegas and join everyone at Rainbow Bar and Grill!

Chad Dallas had a comped table with two (2) free bottles of 48 Below Vodka courtesy of Rainbow Bar, and invited everyone out to help him drink them and celebrate my lack of Tax Evasion. I showed up around 11:30pm, and met up with Chad, Alex, Dillon, and Dana to start the night off right. They had already been seated, and had some extra guests at the booth because Chad didn't have the heart to kick them out. He even let them share in the bottles! What a nice guy right?

Monday nights at Rainbow are always a total blast, as it is all definitely the "right crowd," but without all of the stuffiness of a regular club night (dress code, lines, etc). Even the crowd that goes to JET Nightclub typically ends up swinging by Rainbow afterwards to continue the party and have a bite to eat. Tonight's was definitely one of the best crowds I have seen on a Monday. Later in the night, we were joined by Jessica Blair, Liza, Matt S, Kalika, Jessie, and DJ Mikey Swift. Plates of pizza and nachos were ordered, and a great Monday night was had by all. Sounds a bit like a nice fairy tale doesn’t it? Except with scantily clad go-go dancers on stripper poles instead a cute little princess...

-Jack Colton

Question of the night: When did we take all of these pictures?

 

The Vegas Party Blog for March 30th, 2006

Places Attended: Simons, Body English, Tryst

I had been in Oklahoma for the past week, and was absolutely ready to come home in style. I took a short nap after getting in from the airport, got dressed, heard loud moaning noises coming from the next room, and decided it was about time to get the night started (because I definitely didn’t want to sit around and listen to that). I called up a few people to find out the night’s happenings, and walked out to my car and saw someone trying to scale my backyard fence while running from the cops. What do you say in this situation? “Get the hell off my fence?” Or maybe “I’m going to kick your ass?” I had just woken up, so the best I could think of to tell this fleeing drug dealer was “have a good night!” He says “you too,” and gets back to running from the cops. I get in my car and the battery is COMPLETELY dead. I couldn’t ask Davis to borrow his car, as he was in the middle of having sex, and there weren’t any extra keys lying around. Way to come home in style right?

Since I’m absolutely determined to go out, I decide to ride my bicycle the half mile over to Chad’s house for some “pre-drinking.” I laughed the entire way over thinking how absolutely stupid it was that I was riding my bicycle on the way to a club, especially when I own a company that buys and sells cars! I show up to Chad’s house slightly winded, and pour myself a Vodka and Monster. After I’m made fun of for about 5 minutes by Chad, Jessie, Matt Lindsey, Kalika, and Dillon for the whole bike thing; we all get in the car and head over to Simons at the Hard Rock Hotel to hear Chris Clouse play.

As we walked in, we ran into Jessica, James, Alex, Chad Saunders, and Matt Safran. The place was absolutely packed with beautiful women, friends, and an amazing vibe. We all shared a few drinks (I had my usual Long Island Iced Tea), and then headed over to Body English where there was a special “surprise” performance by D-12 supposed to happen at some point in the night. We bypassed the crowd, the doorman waved us in, and we took the elevator down to the club. It was pretty early in the night, so there weren’t too many people inside just yet. We walked around for a bit, said hello to a lot of people, and then decided to head over to Tryst.

We valet at the Wynn, walk into Tryst, and quickly realize that this is definitely the place to be tonight. The crowd is a 60/40 beautiful girl-to-guy ratio, and all the right people in Vegas are spread around the club. Let the drinking begin (again). Towards the end of the night, we met up with Chris Clouse and his manager Jason Oronzi to hang out for a bit. Kalika and Matt Lindsey were blowing up my phone trying to get us to come over to Empire Ballroom for the after-hours (it’s about 3AM at this point), but I couldn’t convince anyone else to join me since it was so late.

We stopped by Jack In The Box on the way home for a “snack,” and went back to Chad’s to drop everyone off.

-Jack Colton

Question of the night: Who spends $25 at Jack in the Box at 4AM?

 

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