Recognizing that letchy seniors pawing cocktail waitresses won’t keep the Strip hydrated forever, the city has recast itself as an ambisexual club-kid scene where everyone can live out their inner skeeviness. And the democratic orgy starts early — real early.
Nowadays, Vegas’s biggest brand-name resort attractions aren’t the slots but the day clubs, like the Daylight pool party at Mandalay Bay (3950 Las Vegas Blvd. S.; MandalayBay.com) and the fleshpot Bare Pool Lounge (3400 Las Vegas Blvd. S.; BarePoolLV.com) at the Mirage, both of which feature top-drawer DJs, carefully planted celebrity guests (a curated roll call of reality stars), and a solid selection of Day-Glo cocktails.
The crowds there are mixed, but you can also opt for the strictly gay. Luxor hosts Temptation Sundays (3900 Las Vegas Blvd S.; Luxor.com), a queer day-club pool party, and if you want to keep raging, the Cosmopolitan’s Marquee Nightclub (3708 Las Vegas Blvd. S.; MarqueeLasVegas.com) launched its Freedom Sundays night in August, becoming the Strip’s first mega-club to target the gay market—Chippendales dancers, an Amazing Race contestant, DJ Nick Ayler, and a kick line of casino show chorus boys have all made cameos.
The best news for the city when it comes to its slutted-up rebranding? That what happens in Vegas is never actually going to stay in Vegas anymore, because no one wants it to. The selfies, tweets, and sex tapes that pour out of its clubs and casinos may be its most effective form of PR.