I am in the strange position of explaining to many of you dear older readers who Jenna Marbles is — a fact which may seem insane to many of you younger readers who know everything about her.
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Las Vegas prepares itself for the return shenanigans of Tom Brady’s favorite floppy-ball receiver Rob Gronkowski, aka Gronk Smash!
Josh Brolin, Leonardo DiCaprio and Howie Mandel have all taken a leap over a 1,000-horsepower motor blowing them up in the Vegas air. How’d that work out for them?
Two years ago, my mom, a teacher, died and left me a small but loving inheritance of several thousand dollars. It felt disturbing to get money for my mom’s death. But I vowed to honor her inheritance by spending it on solar panels.
Everywhere you look in Vegas nightlife, it’s all about “bubble-butts” and beards. But UFC model Arianny Celeste is not on board the junk-in-your-trunk bandwagon.
A benefit of living in Las Vegas is you can talk Floyd Mayweather’s dad and uncle into teaching your kids how to box like a champ.
This week is First Friday, the monthly booze-art-music hipsters-walking scene downtown around Freemont Street and Main Street/Charleston Avenue.
Manny Pacquiao can roll through Las Vegas with a Floyd Mayweather-size entourage. There’s just no Biebers in Pac’s circle.
I’d rather emulate than envy guys like Tyson Beckford. So I asked him to tell me (and you) how to attempt to attain an Adonis body at age 44.
Bruce Jenner might have had an easier time with coming out of the straight-transgender closet if he hadn’t waited so late in life, says the world’s most successful “executive transvestite” Eddie Izzard.
I just happen to have Paris Hilton’s personal itinerary in front of me, and it looks hectic.
Because I’m a writer, I care about writers. So I’ll be checking out the 13th annual Las Vegas Writers’ Conference, which runs today through Saturday at Sam’s Town, presented by the nonprofit Henderson Writers Group.
If you’re a diehard foodie with $225 to burn, and you don’t go to the Uncork’d Grand Tasting on Friday at Caesars Palace, you’re out of your foodie mind, because Uncork’d is the Super Bowl of chefs.
James Marsters, who played Spike on “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel,” has still got it. Recently, I saw an online photo of a woman at a fan expo holding her underwear which read, “Marsters can Spike Nicole.”
He was in “Breaking Bad.” He has several movies coming out. He models. He’s a motivational speaker. And on Saturday, he will DJ on the rooftop of Chateau nightclub.
We always think of Elvis’ “Viva Las Vegas” as our city’s theme song, but two prominent performers say Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’ ” and Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk” are their informal chart-toppers on the Strip, lately.
What Y2K-esque name should we give to the upcoming Floyd Mayweather/Manny Pacquiao fight?
On this week’s “Doug Elfman Show,” third-generation Hollywood publicist Todd Margoluis describes the sensation of seeing Sharon Stone in a towel, having Jack Nicholson huff at him, and other not-safe-for-work stories.
Fans of Lykke Li were very disappointed Tuesday night when they arrived at The Cosmoplitan’s Boulevard pool, and the stupid wind was so insane, the show was canceled.
Wine and Champagne lovers get a treat this week. UNLVino starts today when acclaimed chef Daniel Boulud receives a “Champagne award” during Bubble-Licious.
Holy Elvis-mobile. Would you look at this 1971 Stutz Blackhawk that Elvis used to own, and that you can see in Las Vegas before it goes on the auction block for at least $400,000-$600,000?
The revelation will be detailed in the inaugural issue of the medical marijuana magazine, Elevate Nevada.
I guess people aren’t paying enough attention to Drai’s dayclub and nightclub, because they are ratcheting up their “Look at me, look at me” promotions.
I knew Sammy Hagar was calling me Monday, so I kept saying to myself, “Don’t ask him how terrible the new Van Halen album is.” But then, Hagar brought up how terrible it is.
Arnold Schwarzenegger won Mr. Olympia titles partly by messing with rivals’ confidence by telling them they were fat. But Jay Cutler let his body do the talking.