Saturday, April 28, 2012
O'Shea's Casino - popular with frat houses and fans of beer pong - is being demolished to make way for the spanking-new project Linq.
The Linq project is a half billion dollar real estate development - urban-inspired - expected to flog all kinds of entertainment, dining, and clubs on the Las Vegas Strip once erected (anchored in the back by a giant observation wheel).
But, the Irish-themed pub will not be shuttering its doors without a lot of fanfare, that's for sure!
Of course, an extended "Final Countdown" par-tay is underway this weekend, to the delight of long-time patrons who are expected to trot down to the strip to toss back a few thirst-quenching ales, snap up untold bits of discounted memorabilia, and kick-back and enjoy sizzling-hot live entertainment for the last time (this time around).
Although O'Sheas will be imploded on Tuesday morning (at approximately 2 a.m.) the raucous fun hang-out will not be soon forgotten.
According to Caesar's Entertainment Corporation - the development's funder - O'Sheas will be resurrected a hop-and-a-skip away from its original foundations on the glitzy strip.
In essence, O'Shea's will act as a "connection" between adjoining properties (like the Imperial Palace) with state-of-the-art amenities as a main attraction.
Allegedly, "The Grove" in Southern California was the model that inspired the Linq project.
By the way, at press time O'Shea's announced that there will be free slot-play for all, during the last twelve hours of business.
See 'ya there!
I've never been a big fan of Ronald Reagan, but - after catching one of his old flicks on television last night - I confess that I found his performance in "Million Dollar Baby" downright engaging.
In addition to being a captivating screen presence, I also found Mr. Regan's acting style to be quite natural (and believable).
Surprisingly, the former President demonstrated a flair for comedy, too.
In this "screwball comedy" (of sorts) he triumphs as a likable charismatic actor.
The storyline is mostly fluff, but along the way, the screenwriters manage to offer up a couple of choice nuggets of wisdom worth their weight in gold.
Once it is revealed to a wealthy spinster that a family suffered through the years due to her father's cut-throat business tactics, the remorseful recluse sets out to gift one million dollars to a lone-surviving young woman in a bold-faced effort to appease her troubled conscience.
At this juncture - "Million Dollar Baby" - hilariously transforms into a cautionary tale about the potential evils of the almighty dollar.
As the storyline unfolds, the audience will find themselves rooting for the underdog - Ronald Regan, of course - a down-on-his-luck musician (and composer) struggling to make it "big time".
Yes, it's a classic - boy has girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back - Hollywood feature which delights at every unpredictable turn.
By the way, Ronald Reagan returned to Warner Brothers to make this top-notch entertaining feature after being loaned out to MGM for a previous film (The Bad Man).
According to his 1965 autobiography - Where's the Rest of Me? - the actor gushed that he was thrilled to have had the opportunity to work with Priscilla Lane (charming) and May Robson (great casting).
The most challenging part of his role, he recalled, was learning how to play classical music on the piano and believably mimic finger moves on the ivory keys.
"For two weeks I went to the music department every day and spent hours at a dummy piano, following the hand movements of a pianist at a real piano playing Chopin, and all the music the picture called for," he says.
"A lot of acting is imitation anyway, and I became pretty good as long as the piano remained silent. For a while there I almost convinced myself I could play."
Catch it if you can next run on PBS or one of the movie channels.
You won't regret it.
A smattering of celebrities breezed into Vegas this past week to attend CinemaCon and promote their upcoming projects (and selves?) to the delight of locals and tourists alike.
John Travolta and Salma Hayek strode into the glaring spotlight on behalf of the producers of "Savages", for instance. The much-anticipated flick - directed by Oliver Stone - is causing a lot of buzz in industry circles just now.
Charlize Theron was a "fashion plate" who dazzled all she came in contact with, too.
Meanwhile, Kristen Stewart was a bit low-key, as usual (Snow White and the Huntsman).
Or, has the "Hunger Games" phenomenon pushed the Twilight stars into the background a tad these days?
By the way, Jeremy Renner slipped into town, too, which didn't escape the attention of his die-hard fans, either.
Excited filmgoers can't wait to catch the sexy hunk in the Bourne Legacy due out in the near future.
Happy celebrity-hunting, eh?
Sexy rocker Jon Bon Jovi is headlining Tiger Woods' Tiger Jam Benefit tonight at the Mandalay Bay Events Center in Vegas.
Continuing Tiger Jam's tradition of unforgettable concerts, Jon Bon Jovi and friends will undoubtedly provide fans with a spectacular performance as usual, while helping to raise money for college-access programs at the Tiger Woods Foundation.
David Cook, who catapulted to fame after winning the seventh season of American Idol, will be the warm-up act.
"It's truly an honor to have Jon headline Tiger Jam," event host Tiger Woods gushed to the media at a recent press junket.
"Over the years, he's never hesitated to lend his time and talents to my Foundation and I'm so grateful for that."
Tiger Jam 2012 also includes a VIP reception at the House of Blues, featuring gourmet fare and spirits, and exclusive live and silent auctions filled with one-of-a-kind luxury items to bid on.
Concert tickets start at a whopping $70.00 (which does not include applicable service charge) and may be snapped up at Ticketmaster locations.
Tiger Jam and the Tiger Woods Foundation
Tiger Jam has raised more than $13 million for programs at the Tiger Woods Foundation through its sold-out concert performances and unique one-of-a-kind auction items since its inception a scant few years ago.
At the Tiger Woods Foundation organizers underscore that every child deserves a shot at college.
Designed to break through a culture of low expectations, the foundation provides college-access programs which reach under-served youth in all stages of academic life.
For scholars in grades 5-12, the Tiger Woods Learning Centers provide hands-on experiences in science, technology, engineering and math (coupled with college preparation workshops to create a unique environment focused on college and careers) for example.
And, the Earl Woods Scholarship Program, is an unparalleled network providing admissions counseling, college scholarships, dedicated mentors, specialized internships and vital workshops.
Jon Bon Jovi
Jon Bon Jovi is the Chairman of The Jon Bon Jovi Soul Foundation which establishes programs and partnerships that aim to break the cycle of poverty and homelessness "one Soul at a time" around the Nation.
To date, Jon Bon Jovi and the Soul Foundation have provided affordable housing for hundreds of low-income individuals and families.
In December 2010, President Obama also appointed Jon Bon Jovi to the White House Council for Community Solutions.
The Council's focus is on at-risk youth.
Jon Bon Jovi is a musical legend who has survived three decades in the topsy-turvy world of Rock 'n Roll.
Globally, Jon Bon Jovi's multi-Grammy-winning band has sold over 130 million albums, consistently delivered #1 albums and Top Ten hits, and performed more than 2,600 concerts in over 50 countries for upwards of 34 million fans.
See 'ya at the concert, eh!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Yesterday, I was prompted to pen a post about Ryan Seacrest's "edgier" look which graced the "American Idol" stage the other evening.
Fortunately, time did not permit, or I would have ended up with egg on my face!
Apparently, the handsome host's open-collared "look" - and tousled "do" - was not entirely deliberate (in respect to an image change).
In fact, according to handlers, Seacrest suffered a severe bout of vomiting and diarrhea just before curtain (flu or food poisoning perhaps?) which nearly prevented the trooper from trotting out on the stage for the first time in eleven years!
Ryan was so incapacitated (wouldn't you be with bodily fluids gushing out each end of 'ya?) that medics were forced to hook the hapless lad up to an IV to either hydrate his ailing bod or at last try to stem the rising infection that was raging on inside.
In the aftermath, most die-hard fans (and viewers) were sympathetic, but not the gang at TMZ!
In fact, Harvey Levin appeared to be livid about the fact that Seacrest threw caution to the wind (once he got his wind) and proceeded to hug co-workers moments later (even plant a wet sloppy kiss on Jennifer Lopez's cheek) in spite of the potential danger of spreading the unknown "bug".
"It's just like the movie Outbreak," Levin wailed to all within earshot.
I understand where he's coming from.
Last week I came down with similar symptoms and ended up in the hospital.
The doctors banished me to an isolation "wing" until a battery of tests determined that the infection I caught was not "air born" or "contagious".
As to the Fox situation?
If grips and "crooners" start dashing off to the rest room unexpectedly today and tomorrow, we'll know that Ryan slipped up.
Stay posted for updates!
The 20th Annual "Las Vegas City of Lights Jazz Rhythm & Blues Festival" is slated to return to the desert oasis this weekend.
According to the upbeat organizers, the much-anticipated event will be bigger and better than ever!
"The entire show was booked with excitement in mind," beamed Michael Schivo (the festival's producer).
Fans of Jazz will undoubtedly turn out in record numbers to egg on the roster of gifted musicians which is mostly comprised of Grammy-winning artists.
At press time guitarist Norman Brown, saxophonist Boney James, trumpeter Rick Braun, flutist Althea Rene, and the funk and jazz English band "Down to the Bone" were slated to perform.
On Saturday the focus will be on "smooth jazz", with "neo-soul" to be highlighted on Sunday.
This year, jazz enthusiasts are expected to trot into town from 38 states around the Nation.
See 'ya there!
Clark County Government Center Amphitheatre
500 S. Grand Central Parkway
Las Vegas, NV
Posted by Julian Ayrs at 12:50 PM
Last evening I was kicking back and sipping on an ale in front of the old boob tube, when a commercial for Tylenol splashed across the screen and triggered a knee-jerk reaction!
In the slick one-minute spot, a mother held a young baby in her arms, as she softly sang a popular tune of yesteryear ("You are my Sunshine").
I was flabbergasted!
The content for the ad was strangely familiar (to say the least).
For good reason.
Tattler readers can attest to the fact that I often publish posts in which I share some of my childhood experiences from my innocent youth in picturesque Ontario (Canada).
In one post two years ago, I fondly recalled that my mother used to hold me in her arms, and lovingly sing "You are my Sunshine" in my ear.
It appears that the manufacturers of Tylenol have lifted my childhood memory from my the "Tattler blog" - used it without my permission - and subsequently infringed upon my intellectual property rights.
After all, at the bottom of the web page it clearly notes, that all written material is copywritten by the artist.
What irks me the most is that the company stole my childhood memory with the express purpose of promoting a stinking Tylenol painkiller!
Those execs have some 'splainin' to do.
Stay posted for updates.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
According to a biographer Tom Bower - currently flogging a tell-all book on Simon Cowell - the X-Factor host is quite the party animal!
"We didn't eat breakfast until three in the afternoon," he cackled on a recent press junket, after noting that Cowell and his entourage routinely partied-hearty into the wee hours of dawn each night which he observed first-hand.
"Simon loves board games, too," he laughed, after underscoring that their fascination was way beyond his realm of comprehension, though.
"Everything was all about fun," he noted, almost as an afterthought.
Bower reported that the ballsy Brit's tastes are a bit off-beat, too.
Apparently Mr. Cowell stocks his "water closet" with black toilet paper specially-ordered for a princely sum.
But, all has not been fun and games for the quirkly multi-millionaire, if you're to believe the snoop with the scoop of the week.
"On more than one occasion Simon smashed his Ferrari into the neighbour's brick wall," he confided to one probing reporter on a night-time tabloid news show.
But, what was the most titillating gossip of all?
Simon is into trashy women, allegedly.
On one occasion, the surly Johnny-come-lately got more than he bargained for, too.
After spending a night between-the-sheets with Cowell, one enterprising gal slipped out of his Hotel suite at the crack of dawn with all his valuables - wallet, laptop, and jewellery - in tow!
Just betcha he thought he maneuvered her into his lair because she was hot-to-trot for his muscled bod, eh?
What an ego!
"Secret Revenge" is on bookshelves now.
The inaugural Las Vegas Food Fest kicks off this weekend!
Fans of the food-truck phenomenon - which has been sweeping the nation in recent days (triggered by a couple of highly-ranked cable network reality-based TV shows on the Food and Travel channels) - will be elated to have the scrumptious opportunity to explore the gourmet offerings being served up April 28th through April 29th!
You'll have to make a day or two of it, if you expect to participate in all the events which includes 30 Gourmet Food Trucks, 15 Food Vendor Booths, a Farmer's Market, Beer Garden, Tequila Party, Carnival Rides, Live Entertainment, eating competitions,and what-have-you!
It's a family affair, so enjoy.
See 'ya there!
In spite of the sweltering heat (the weatherman has been charting record-breaking temperatures over the past few days) the desert oasis still remains an inviting destination spot where celebrities seek out a bit of the old R & R (Rest & Relaxation, Rock 'n Roll, whatever!).
Nicolas Cage has been spotted chowing down with his kids at a couple of the local eateries - at the Stratosphere - for instance.
And, James Franco was spied being mobbed by a bevy of bodacious babes at the ever-popular TAO, at the Venetian.
Meanwhile, elsewhere around town, super stars like engaging Johnny Depp were quietly (as much as possible!) slipping in to a handful of out-of-the-way venues to plug their latest projects.
In the case of Depp, the long-awaited "Lone Ranger" was the focus of a lot of scuttlebutt.
What's the deal with Tonto's make-up, eh?
Among other things yesterday morning, folks were tittering over the fact that Lindsay Lohan allegedly sashayed onto the set of GLEE late for work.
"She was spotted partying at an event last night," one TMZ reporter sniped on air Wednesday afternoon.
The general consensus?
If you're working the next morning, you should stay at home, so you'll be rested the next day and ready to appear fresh and on time before the cameras.
Is it possible that the "Elizabeth Taylor" project is going to Lohan's head?
Liz was notorious for always being late, after all.
In fact, the violet-eyed beauty (I've stared into them!) was late for her own funeral!
But, it wasn't a fluke.
According to the stipulations in her "Last Will & Testament", her body was delivered to the Funeral home late.
It was the last joke that the Oscar-winning actress played on her friends, family, and business associates.
If Lindsay wants to truly follow in the footsteps of Taylor, though, she's going to have to get herself embroiled in a scandalous affair, be gifted with a fabulous diamond or two (lifting one from a jewellery shop won't do), or - at a minimum - be denounced by the Pope.
Well, she's young yet, eh?
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Psychic premonitions are not always easy to fathom, especially when it comes to interpreting their meaning.
Oftentimes, the "messages" are couched in symbols (Carl Jung noted this trend when he was exploring the complex realms of dream analysis); nonetheless, they are transmitted for a reason.
What is their intention?
For starters, the "otherworldly" insights may be useful to the individual in the final analysis, once fathomed.
For example, after taking a glimpse into a future trend that may be unfolding, it is wholly possible that an individual may be capable of stepping in and altering the course of their destiny.
You know what they say: forewarned is forearmed!
I was reflecting on these issues this morning after publishing a post yesterday about eerie events which took place the day-before-last.
Although I have been able to make sense of the "clocks" and "wristwatches" stopping unexpectedly out-of-the-blue (and starting up again of their own accord without rhyme-or-reason) last evening two more events took place in the "aftermath" that have forced me to investigate further with the hope of conjuring up some worthwhile answers.
For example, on the evening-before-last - when my watch stopped at ten minutes to midnight - I also experienced a vivid dream which was downright mystifying.
While I was in a deep slumber (in the throes of a relaxing REM sleep) I spotted an expensive diamond ring on a finger on my right hand. For a few exhilarating seconds, I observed myself turning the dazzling piece of jewellery this way 'n that, totally fascinated by the way the gem sparkled in the light.
"This is my ring," I excitedly exclaimed to myself (in the uninterrupted dream sequence).
Then, I woke up with a jolt, totally baffled by it all.
Later that day, I was in for another intriguing awakening, which added a new dimension of mystery to the puzzling incident.
Shortly after I began to watch "Funny Girl" on TV (starring Barbra Streisand) - I suddenly heard Barbra's character "Fanny Brice" - utter up a curious remark on screen.
"Did his wristwatch stop," she quizzed another character innocently.
If you recall, my own watch stopped yesteday for some inexplicable reason.
At this juncture, I sat up and started to give the movie my undivided attention, as I sought out additional clues (for good reason!).
A few scenes later, I was literally astounded when another scene splashed across the screen, which also turned out to be somewhat prohetic.
Barbra's character was not only sitting on a divan admiring a diamond ring on her finger (purchased by her husband-to-be Nicky Arnstein) - but also - turning it this way 'n that to marvel at the way it caught the light!
Just like I did in my dream!
At this point, I seriously had to wonder if the dream meant I'm about to fall in love, and that I may be gifted with a ring.
Let's hope so, eh?
Or, just maybe, the "dream" is actually related to Ms. Streisand herself?
I am totally perplexed at this juncture.
Stay posted for updates, eh?
McDonald's to be situated across from City Center!
Well, you know what they say.
"Lay down with dogs and you get fleas!"
Handlers at the Golden Arches have just announced their plans to launch a "Metro McDonald's" on the glitzy Vegas strip to feature celebrity servers and a bevy of bodacious trussed-up showgirls at the grand opening on May 4th!
The novel fast-food outlet - the first of its kind in the burger empire - will no doubt wow locals and tourists alike with its spanking-new chic interior.
The successful franchise chain is promising to outfit the two-storey eaterie with sleek furniture, digital menu boards, wireless Internet access, and graffiti-style murals.
Talk about hip!
"We intend the restaurant to complement the landscape and character of Las Vegas and create a unique experience for diners," underscored Josephine Wee, a McDonald's official.
No hint about the cost of the menu selections.
Just an oversight, or may we expect the cost of burger to go through the roof, in keeping with the prestige of what is expected to be an oh-so-trendy chow-down experience?
News at 11!
Posted by Julian Ayrs at 11:35 AM
Don't fu** with me boys!
Dax, one of the cub reporters at TMZ, probably said it best last night on the old boob tube.
"Rosie used to be funny. Now, she's just bitter and mean," he accused in so many words with a disgusted look on his face.
The sh** hit the old fan yesterday when Rosie got on the "rag" and took a swipe at Lindsay Lohan after it was confirmed that the troubled "Mean Girls" star had been signed to play Elizabeth Taylor in a Lifetime cable project titled "Liz & Dick".
When one guest on the talk show began to sing Lindsay's praises ("She's the Elizabeth Taylor of today" he quipped with a straight face) Rosie hissed back at him.
"You're a crackhead."
Then, she lit into Lindsay.
"She performed her last good acting role when she was 16," she scoffed in so many words.
At this point, Rosie proceeded to smear Lindsay's reputation further by taking potshots at her recent gig on SNL.
After alleging that Ms. Lohan was unprofessional on the set, she concluded that the perky blond was in dire need of "help".
Hell hath no fury like a diesel dyke scorned, eh?
Stay posted for updates!
With all the amazing "talent" on the "Fashion Star" set, it baffles me as as to why Jessica Simpson continues to trot onto the stage each week in a collection of low-brow ho-hum threads - that not only fail to flatter (bolster her fashionista potential) - but also draw attention to her dumpy silhouette!
Last night the likable high-profile star turned up in - not one - but two dowdy outfits that totally defied the fashion sensibilities.
For example, in one segment, Ms. Simpson sashayed into a designer's studio in a plain-Jane orange gown (?) - cinched in at the waist with a "tired" old nondescript belt studded with tacky silver medallions (a seventies cast-off ?) - which appeared to have been tossed on haphazardly almost an afterthought.
Later, the perky blond sauntered into the spotlight in a forest green throw-a-way that fell flat, too, in every possible style aspect.
Why didn't Ms. Simpson just slip into a potato sack?
Someone call the fashion police, fast!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Years ago I often sought the psychic guidance of a gifted clairvoyant by the name of Lady Alexandria.
I first met the charming old gal - who had a penchant for bright peacock-colored scarves, eye-catching semi-precious stones, and ill-fitting wigs (in flaming red!) - at a tiny restaurant on Robson Street in Vancouver, B.C. where she consulted her "crystal ball" for clients for a nominal fee.
One the first occasion of our meeting, I was a little skeptical about her abilities, since one of her predictions appeared to be so "off-base".
"You've got an admirer," she gushed.
"The person is going to send you flowers or a pretty plant."
"Who gives a man flowers," I wondered to myself.
Notwithstanding, no one had ever surprised me with such a romantic gift before in my short sweet life.
For good reason, I doubted her, but remained silent.
Lo & Behold!
About two weeks later one of my room-mates at a Point Grey home we shared came to the top of the stairs of my basement studio and informed me that there was a delivery for me at the front door.
When I trotted upstairs I was astounded to spy a delivery man with a pretty poinsettia in hand for me!
The prediction came true.
Over the years, Lady Alexandria's forecasts often unfolded, right on-the-money too!
One day, when I called her up to schedule an appointment, I was taken aback when she did not answer the telephone as usual.
A sinking feeling swept over me. Had the seer crossed over to the other side?
At that moment, I happened to glance up at the kitchen clock, and was startled to see that the normally-reliable timepiece was stopped at ten minutes to midnight!
I felt something was "up", but put the dark thoughts out of my mind, as I persisted with my attempts to reach her.
Finally, the next day a stranger picked up the cradle of the phone on the other end of the line (there were no cell phones in those days) and informed me that Lady Alexander had passed to spirit.
When I hung up the phone, a sadness swept over me at first.
Then, I brightened up a tad.
I suddenly recalled that Lady Alexandria had recently mailed out an Easter card in which she had jotted down a few upcoming predictions for me on the inside flap of the greeting.
At this juncture, I dashed to the closet and excitedly pulled the card out of its resting place.
I recoiled in shock when I glanced down at the face of the card.
The hands on a clock etced there indicated that the time was precisely ten minutes to twelve!
Was it a coincidence that the time on the card was the same as that of my own clock when it stopped the day before on the kitchen wall in my home?
Just maybe, spirits are capable of reaching out to us in some inexplicable way after they've departed this earthly place and abandoned their mortal shells?
I didn't have to wait long for a confirmation.
A few months later, when I happened to check the time one day, I noticed that my watch had stopped once again at ten minutes to twelve.
A short time later - it restarted up on its own, however - so I didn't give the matter much thought.
But, get this.
The following day I received news that a friend has just died!
Once again, it appeared that Lady Alexandria was reaching out to me from her grave to forewarn me about a pending death.
The uncanny part of it all?
Over the next two years, just before a loved one or friend would die, a clock in my home (or a wristwatch on my arm) would stop (signalling to me that a death was about to come to pass).
Then, for approximately five years thereafter, there weren't any other incidents to speak of.
'Til last night, that is!
This morning when I woke up and checked the time on my wristwatch, I noticed that it was stopped at twenty minutes to 12.
The thought crossed my mind, of course.
"Someone is going to die in the near future (a loved one or friend that I am close to), I just know it," I whispered to myself.
But, I quickly put the eerie feeling out of my mind as I headed out for breakfast and to read the morning newspaper.
When I switched the hands on the watch to reflect the correct time two hours later this morning, the wristwatch started to tick right off-the-bat.
The watch hadn't stopped due to a dead battery, but for some other inexplicable reason!
Of course, I anticipate that the news will arrive shortly, come hell-or-high-water.
Someone I am close to has has just passed into spirit.
Stay posted for updates!
Ryan is no Dick Clark!
Ryan Seacrest (a MySpace friend) has signed a lucrative sweetheart deal with American Idol to extend his hosting duties two more years.
The popular TV pitch man has acknowledged that he will rake in $15 million a year if he honors the cushy contract.
In recent days the rumors abounded, though.
According to insiders, effervescent Seacrest was pinning his hopes on Matt Lauer's spot on the Today Show, for good reason.
The high-profile job would not only have boosted his career prospects, but forever changed his image as mere Entertainment "fluff" in the industry.
After an embarrassing one-on-one with Lauer several days ago on-air live, the gauntlet fell, though.
Shortly thereafter, the balding anchor unceremoniously renewed his contract and the Idol darling was left out in the cold.
At that juncture, Seacrest was not inclined to give up his day job, for obvious reasons.
The cutie is no Dick Clark, after all!
Count your blessings, Ryan, millions are out-of-work around the country!
Stay posted for updates on the Seacrest saga as it continues to unfold, eh?
A younger more-appealing Lauer!
Posted by Julian Ayrs at 11:29 AM
Is that a hefty bag Oprah is wearing?
That butt shot of Oprah featured on TMZ last night was really gross, wasn't it?
You'd think that the former Queen of daytime "talk" would be wise to the perils of crawling into a waiting limo face-forward with her back to the paparazzi jockeying for the "money shot" on the street.
Before anyone could utter up "cheese", one crafty quick-on-his feet camera-man captured the incriminating footage, no problemo.
Has Oprah been wolfing down burgers at the ever-popular Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas?
Imagine a roll in the hay with her!
Just betcha, Steadman (her steady beau) climbs in-between-the-sheets when the lights are off, eh?
But, who knows, maybe he's a total "ass" man, all-the-way.
There sure is enough to go around, that's for sure.
Just ask Gail King!
If I were Oprah, I'd either fire the chauffeur (for parking in the inappropriate fashion which afforded the ghastly photo op) or at least go on a stringent diet curb the unsightly undulating jelly-rolls.
For updates, stay posted, eh?
Posted by Julian Ayrs at 10:39 AM
Monday, April 23, 2012
Dinah Shore Weekend...3-day lesbian bash to kick off in Vegas April 27th! Girl Bar given nod by Caesars Entertainment!
Lipstick Lesbos trot in to town to par-tay!
The annual "Dinah Shore Weekend" (normally held in Palms Springs) is slated to make a big splash in the desert oasis Friday April 27th when it kicks-off at the Share Nightclub with a hosted VIP cocktail bash and "Bling" celebration (to follow).
The "Dinah Shore Red Stiletto Ladies "No Hold-em Tournament" is also expected to stir up the town the following evening (Saturday) as a bevy of bodacious lesbo babes strut into town from such far-a-way locales as Australia, England, and Europe to take part in the upbeat action.
According to one of the event organizers - Robin Gans - the move to Vegas was partly triggered by execs at Caesar's Entertaiment Group.
"They recognized that there are lots of gays and lesbians in the entertainement field and the company itself. They've been very supportive of the community (LGBT) for a long time and we all decided it was time to bring something really big to Vegas."
A highlight of the 3-day event is the sizzling-hot annual pool party to be held at the Flamingo Hotel in the heart of the Vegas strip.
Ms. Gans boasted that the cost of admission this year is quite affordable for locals and tourists alike who are pining to par-tay hearty!
No frills weekend party passes start at $100.00, while regular Hotel & Party Packages start at $285.00.
Party animals inclined to go hog wild can snap up the all-inclusive Ultra Vegas Weekend package which starts at $475.00 and includes a Hotel room for two nights, a Weekend Party Pass, a ticket to the exclusive VIP cocktail party, tickets to Holly Madison's Peepshow, and a 48-hour buffet pass which is good at seven different buffets in town throughout the weekend..
Locals are being offered reduced rates when they show up at the door of an event with appropriate identification verifying residency in Vegas.
Tickets are available at:
See 'ya there!
Ever-popular Clay Aiken really put his foot in it last night on "The Apprentice" when he was backed into a corner fighting for his cushy spot on the highly-rated reality-show produced by Donald Trump.
When push came to shove, the cute songbird - of American Idol fame - was inclined to take a nasty slap at a fellow teammate to stave off getting fired from "The Donald".
"Surprisingly, I have bigger balls than Penn," he sniped in his defense in so many words.
But, the unkind remark below the belt backfired in my estimation.
His insulting comment inferred that - because he is gay - he should be less "manly" than Penn!
Talk about relying on old stereotypes.
Whether he meant to or not, Aiken was suggesting that gays are less masculine - and subsequently - should have smaller testicles than straight men.
That kid has some 'splainin' to do.
The LGBT community is waiting, Clay!