Moon at the Palms jumpstarts September on Tuesday the 1^st with rapper Twista showcasing his verbal gymnastics hosted by Sticky Fingaz of the rap group Onyx. The same night, fellow hip hopper Will.i.am guest DJ’s at Prive. 
Fashion’s at the forefront with the Magic Trade Show in town, Just Cavalli Fashion Show at Pure Nightclub is also on the first of the month.  Ghostbar at the Palms amps things up with the House Society presented Soundbar event on Thursday, September 3^rd. 
Labor Day weekend is always a VIP essential in Vegas... 
Friday the 4^th has sixteen of the nation’s hottest girls competing to see who is the sexiest in the Dirty Sweet Sixteen Finals hosted by Nik Richie of TheDirty.com at LAX.  The Palms Pool sports a spectacular DJ duo the same night with Steve Aoki and Scotty Boy. The night keeps going with Brooklyn rapper Fabolous ripping the mic with a performance inside Jet at the Mirage.  Prive also antes up with its own Friday night special featuring hip hop mogul Jermaine Dupri. The following day doesn’t let up when Paul Oakenfold celebrates the one year anniversary of his house music wonderland, Perfecto, held each and every Saturday night at Rain Nightclub.  The exquisite cover song styling's of The Dan Band, as seen in the films “The Hangover” and “Old School” performs at LAX as well as a special DJ set by Marshall Barnes.
 
 

Nik Richie and the Dirty Sweet Sixteen Finals appear for the second time at Pure, showing off the dirtiest girls in the country.  This collective sensory overload takes place on Saturday, September 5^th.  Labor Sunday does its fair share of work.  Rain flexes its DJ muscles with the fearsome foursome of Felix Da Housecat, Steve Aoki, Mark Shulz and Dj Reza.

It may be so, but its hard to tell if you're judging by the nightlife
as hordes of antsy club goers straighten their outfits, twiddle away at their IDs and scope each other out while enduring the lengthy wait in the general admission line.  Ushers dawning royal purple jackets shoo away curious bystanders.  Hours pass and patrons happily stand in anxious poses, creeping ever so slowly toward the blood red velvet rope.  There is no guarantee that they’ll be going past it. Those with a few extra Benjamin's and VIP hosted table reservation zoom past with quick feet and hungry eyes escorted by a fancy young gentlemen with a slick hairdo and awkward earpiece.  Inside the club every table is... Continue