Desperately seeking DJ
Wed, Dec 31, 2008 (midnight)
Desperately seeking DJ
So you think you can DJ? Now you have not one but two chances to prove yourself to the masses. For those seriously pursuing a professional career behind the tables, Local Love is looking for a “Bad Ass House DJ.” January 6 kicks off the party with DJs Digital Boy and Keith Evans, but Local Love is currently searching for a resident DJ with a local following for its new Tuesday night home at Satellite Bar inside Moon Nightclub. Contact 702-944-9VIP for additional details.
On Fridays, beginning January 9, Scoundrels (4360 S. Decatur Blvd.) will have open tables from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. for all DJs wanting to showcase their skills with 30-minute sets. “In this city as a DJ, if you’re not somebody, you’re nobody,” says DJ Sheri Strawberry, who is organizing the event. “There’s nothing in between,” she says and anyone who wants to spin is more than welcome to come to the event. “I’m glad to be able to offer the DJs who don’t get to play a chance to do their thing.” If the night is a success, she hopes to continue the event on a weekly basis. For more information, call or text Sheri Strawberry at 702-277-9003.
A new year, a new night for CatHouse
Attention hipsters, scenesters, electro junkies, ravers, music snobs, sneaker heads, indie-ites, and you, the kid who can’t be left out. DJs OB-ONE and Supra announce it’s now safe to venture south of Downtown. Starting January 17, TRND3TRS Thursdays at CatHouse will be making your indie-electro dreams come true … on the Strip, no less. “We all wanted to go back to our roots, and bring it back to when being cutting edge and trying new things for the good of music was our main goal,” explains DJ OB-ONE. Bucking the all-too-short life spans of “This is Not Commercial” at Revolution and “Electro-Rok” at Rok Vegas, TRND3TRS is offering no cover for locals as well as the hope that electro has now hit its stride.
Pie, high in the sky
Dining with your feet planted firmly on the ground is so 2008. Dinner in the Sky premiered on New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas for an exclusive invite-only crowd, and after a few months of corporate groups-only “flights,” you can impress your date with a gourmet dinner … suspended 180-feet over the Strip.
Perched between the Rio and the Palms at Polaris Ave. and Cavaretta Court, the meal itself is more than just a few chefs throwing rolls up to you from the ground. The center of the dining table has a walking platform for serving a four-course meal that can be customized for groups prior to the experience.
Before you buckle up roller-coaster style into leather chairs secured tothe 22-person dining table, a VIP reception beforehand with open bar and hors d’oeuvres may help you gain the nerve to dine sans solid ground. And you don’t have to worry about getting too tipsy before a crane lifts the dining sky box in the air, because transportation to and from is part of the package deal (though lowering the crane back to the ground mid-dinner because you broke the seal is probably not). Just don’t drop your fork.
Things we’re loving right now
With so much to bitch about, we thought we’d take a rare moment to list a little of what is rocking Team Hangover’s collective world these days. In no particular order (unless you ask one of us), we give you … stuff we’re digging:
Nuts on the menu at Downtown Cocktail Room With five varieties to choose from (including Thai lime and chili cashews and honey sesame almonds) at two for $3, someone finally found a way to scratch our need for a mid-cocktail salt lick.
The fireplaces at the Griffin Almost enough to make us forget we’re in Vegas. Almost.
The view from One Six Sky Lounge Just enough to remind us we’re in Vegas.
An end to novelty Christmas cocktails We’re safe for another 11 months!
Warm-ish winters Or at least parking garages that are protected from the elements so we don’t have to deal with coat check.
Beer available at the Cannery’s Galaxy Theatres Movies and brewskies, together as God intended.
DJ Michael Toast’s remix of “She’d Rather Be with the DJ” If you’re gonna shoot vodka-cran out of your nose over a song, it should be worthy.
Porn Well, more specifically, the porn convention, humping into town next week: Where else can you ask a movie star to sign your nether regions and not get tackled by a 10-ton security guard?!
Girl-on-girl kissing contests Reminding us never again to wait so long to hit bottom.
Starting the countdown till the Rehab Pool Party Only four months till bikini time. Better arm those lasers and laser those arms!
Open bar on Wednesdays at Body English from 10:30-11:30 p.m. Need more than that?