Friday 2 p.m.: The Venetian. Check in. Large, velvet-upholstered rooms make one feel like an imperial mistress. 3:30 p.m.: Lunch at Mon Ami Gabi. Sit on the patio, watch the Bellagio fountains, and plan the weekend’s attack. 5 p.m.: Sephora. Someone forgot their cleanser/lipgloss/eyeshadow brush. Or whatever excuse you want to make.
7:30 p.m.: Napoleon’s (at Paris Las Vegas). Have a pre-dinner champagne cocktail. 9 p.m.: Strip House. Dinner with sexy food, flattering lighting, and a glam crowd will get you in the mood for the rest of the evening. 11:30 p.m.: Privé. Vegas’ hotspot du jour brings a little South Beach flair and celebrity style to the Strip. 2 a.m.: Drai’s. The city’s longest-running after-hours makes ladies feel welcome without feeling hassled.
Saturday 11 a.m.: Canyon Ranch Spa Club at The Venetian. Yoga class. Facial and/or manicure optional. 1 p.m.: Tinoco’s. Have a virtuous salad for lunch. Which doesn’t feel so virtuous when it’s mango-glazed salmon or lemongrass portabello. 2:30 p.m.: Shopping. Hit the shops at Caesars or The Palazzo. Or both. It’s your credit limit. 5 p.m.: The Venetian pool. Order up a round of vodka tonics and start the dishing. (“Lance Burton or David Copperfield? Death is not an option…”) 8:30 p.m.: American Storm. If you must see a male strip show, this is the one. The music is the Killers instead of Bon Jovi, and the dancers are more like the cutest guy in the club than your usual steroid casualties. Live at Polly Esther’s in the Stratosphere. 10 p.m.: Mix. Let Alain Ducasse (well, his minions anyway) make you dinner in this 43rd-floor Strip-view aerie. Virtuous salad at lunch means scrumptious dessert now 12:30 a.m.: Blush. Relax with a cocktail on the patio of this small, beautifully appointed nightclub. 2 a.m.:: Gipsy’s. Dance until dawn in late-night, locals’ gay club.
Sunday 12 p.m.: Le Village Buffet. Unlimited champagne version. 2:30 p.m.:: Get out of town.