clubs

Tales From The Trop: Amanda Scheer Demme's Discount Nightmare

mark · 08/11/05 04:20PM


How is Amanda Scheer Demme, hott scenemaking proprietress of the Celebrity Salad-Tossing Lounge at Tropicana Bar, supposed to court the greatandinteresting when she's being undermined by her associates at the Roosevelt Hotel? At $119 a night ($30 more for a deluxe upgrade), every trailer dweller from Oklahoma will descend upon her A-list cocoon and demand to shotgun Busch Lite from what's left of Nicole Richie's butt cleavage.

Tales From The Trop: Demme's Blinders

mark · 08/08/05 04:17PM

When the NY Times starts asking about the negative ("travel blog"-borne) buzz surrounding your painfully hot, "if you're not drinking here tonight, you might as well be jerking off donkeys in West Virginia, Cletus" nightspot, you'd better put down the $25 mai tai, stop giving the finger to the hotel guest who wants to take a dip in the pool, and attempt an explanation.

Doing It Outdoors At The Tropicana

mark · 08/03/05 11:37AM

The LAT's Restaurant Journal turns in a quick survey of the local patio scene, and like all discussions of what's painfully hot conducted in the last six weeks, this one begins with Amanda Scheer Demme's Star-Fellating Xanadu At The New Scheer/Roosevelt Demme-Hotel:

Red Buddha: Destroying All That Is Holy In Nightclub Culture

mark · 07/21/05 10:56AM

While pretty much every club in Hollywood worth a paparazzi's flashbulb is zigging towards the ultra-exclusive (and once those IMDb-checking stations are installed at their doors, it's only going to get worse) , the crazy nightlife iconoclasts behind the new Red Buddha Lounge are zagging towards—gasp! the horror! what about the children?!inclusiveness:

Hollywood Clubs Establishing Stranglehold On Vegas

mark · 07/18/05 11:48AM

Have you ever found yourself standing on top of a table in a Las Vegas club, chugging Grey Goose straight from the bottle, then suddenly overcome by an overwhelming sense of L.A.-flavored deja vu? That simultaneous comforting/unsettling effect has been painstakingly crafted by a host of club owners and promoters who are trying to replicate the Hollywood club experience in Vegas, right down to importing the usual batch of celebrity VIP booth monkeys. From Sunday's LAT:

Get To Know Your Friendly Neighborhood Club Promoter

mark · 06/16/05 05:59PM

Have you ever wished that whilst having your guts stomped out by a bouncer that refuses to warm to your continued attempts to invade Spider Club (Paris Hilton must know your true feelings, why can't they understand?), you could yelp out the name of the club's owner or that evening's sainted promoter in the vain hope that your beating will be somewhat curtailed? If so, LA.com's got your back with its guide to our fine city's hottest nightlife personalities. "On the list," as it were: Prey owner Sam Nazarian, DJ "Mr. Nicole Richie" AM, and Brent Bolthouse (whose radio show on Indie 103 with Danny Masterson is a must-listen for Danny Masterson fans), who controls the infamous Friday night list at the aforementioned Spider. The helpful LA.com folk even include a photo gallery with the list, so that you can wave goodbye to someone far better connected than you in those final, sweet moments of consciousness preceding the unceremonious dumping of your broken, D-list body in a urine-soaked alley. Fun!

The Spider Club: Celebrity Menagerie

mark · 05/31/05 02:03PM

While the unwashed masses piled into automobiles and legroom-bereft economy airline seats to escape our fair city for the holiday weekend, the industry's distressingly thin stall-monkeys, untalented, less attractive younger sisters, and semifamous, vaguely ethnic television gardeners assembled at the usual spot for the usual night of unremarkable fame-related stuff:

Defamer Club Report: Make Your Own Gossip: UPDATE

mark · 03/11/05 07:15PM

Assistants with debilitating hangovers make shitty tipsters (trust us, we've learned that one that hard way), so we're just going to have to imagine the celeb-infested orgy that took place at Prey last night.