Every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp dressed pajama-wearin’ man. (Photo by Scott Harrison | Retna)

Let’s say, for the sake of argument, you tend bar at a hip, off-Strip joint. And let’s say ZZ Top frontman Billy Gibbons happens to drop by. What do you think is going to happen? Maybe someone finds a way to slip the Motorhead cover of “Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers” on the juke and he sings along? Maybe he has a few to many cocktails and admits “Velcro Fly” was kind of a mistake? Yeah. How about if he gives you pajamas?

Gibbons, who spent two nights at Wasted Space inside Hard Rock Hotel took his show on the road, hitting up Frankie’s Tiki Room (1712 W. Charleston), where he was drinking Bud Light while a friend went with the signature Kahiki Kia. They were talking about how much they loved the bar … and then they went to the Las Vegas Premium Outlets to buy Brooks Brothers pajamas for the bartender.

How can you possibly react in that situation? If Billy Gibbons is handing you expensive pajamas, what do you do? “Thanks. Loved ‘Tush.’ ” Is there anything in life that can prepare you for a heavily bearded bluesman offering you sleepwear? Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

And this was the relative calm. (Photo by Ray Alamo | SpyOnVegas.com)

Last night XS at Encore kicked off its industry night using that time-honored tactic that we all adore: Free booze. Between an open bar for part of the night, the launch of a new industry night and that sweet, sweet new-club smell, the joint was stretched to capacity like a fat guy’s pants on quarter hot dog night at Dodger Stadium.

Visually, XS packs a punch. Over the dance floor is a rotating chandelier that catches and reflects the party lights. We were particularly fond of the sculptures behind two of the bars of female nudes that from a distance appear convex, but when you get close, is actually sculpted concave into the walls. This is probably because we’re easily amused by boobs.

Around the outside, the pool area was welcome respite on a cool night from the hot indoors. A central gaming area with its own bar overhangs the middle of the pool, while VIP tables closer to the club are abundant. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

(Photo by Al Powers | SpyOnVegas.com)

Man, Mickey likes to hit it hard on his off-days. And with Minnie home alone with the kids. Shameful.

By Jason Scavone

Why isn’t this in the Olympics yet? (Photos by Erik Kabik | Retna)

We don’t know how the professionals do it, but when we play beer pong, after about the third round, the game devolves into a drunken fight where you’re whipping ping pong balls at the other team’s heads.

We imagine the 800 or so participants in the World Series of Beer Pong this weekend at the Flamingo treated the sport with the proper grace and reverence that it deserves. After all, this is a sport that has hallowed rules like, “Distractions should not violate any local, state, or federal laws.” and “The Dipshit Not Paying Attention Rule: 1. If TEAM1 knocks over one of its own cups, that dipshit’s team (TEAM1) loses that cup(s). However, if the other team (TEAM2) also contains dipshits not paying attention that do not catch the first team of dipshits (TEAM1) knocking over their cup, then TEAM1 may keep that cup.”

The WSOBP drew Bruce Buffer to handle announcing duties and ended with 25-year-old partners Ron Hamilton of Brentwood, N.Y and Michael Popielarski of Massapequa, N.Y., ripping down the $50,000 grand prize.

By Jason Scavone

Yep. T-Pain is wearing a top hat made out of Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” jacket.

Kids, fire up your vocoders. The man you can’t escape once the R&B starts smooth-jamming its way across the radio, T-Pain, hosts Money for Nothing tonight at Prive inside Planet Hollywood Resort, where he’ll DJ. Presumably while making the electronic warbles that pass for a voice ever since the tragic, albeit lucrative, accident that left a copy of Pro Tools lodged in his neck. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

They call the new volcano Li’l ‘Splodey. (Photo by Scott Harrison | Retna)

We’re hearing that a deal is in place between MGM Mirage and Penn National Gaming for the sale of The Mirage. Everyone is just waiting on Penn to get approved for a gaming license before it all moves forward. Penn currently has 11 casinos in Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, Iowa, Mississippi, Colorado and Louisiana, as well as race tracks, racinos and off-track betting parlors.

No word on how this might affect Love, Jet or Revolution Lounge.

MGM Mirage (which we assume will eventually undergo a name change) recently offloaded Treasure Island to Phil Ruffin for $775 million to help finance the endgame of CityCenter. VegasTripping has the price tag for The Mirage at $1.2 billion, but we don’t have any confirmation on that.

The good news for the entertainment is that thus far, no changes have been in the works for Mystere or at Mist, Light Group’s TI property. The seas have also been calm for Audigier, Pure Management Group’s offering at Treasure Island. However, at TI, the deal isn’t expected to be finalized until the second quarter. This deal, presumably, would take at least as long.

By Jason Scavone

That’s the most terrifying ZZ Top photo we’ve ever seen. And we’ve seen tons. (Photo by Scott Harrison | Retna)

After Saturday’s show at The Joint, ZZ Top frontman Billy Gibbons rolled up his beard and headed over to Wasted Space inside the Hard Rock Hotel where he threw back Bud Light and hung out with friends until 2 a.m. Gibbons was back on Sunday night to do it all over again.

Be honest, if you knew you were going to run into Billy Gibbons somewhere, you’d bring scissors, right? The chance to forever be known as The Man Who Clipped Gibbons’ Beard far outweighs the likelihood that you’ll be wrestled to the ground by security and barred from the property for life.

By Jason Scavone

That could be yours, ladies. (Photo by Erik Kabik | Retna)

Kid Rock was back for a second show Saturday night, letting a Pearl audience know in no uncertain terms that he was from Detroit. In case you didn’t know. He shoehorns that into every song like Cypress Hill raps about weed.

Still, Vegas must agree with the fauxbilly, as he was in town for a New Year’s Eve concert, and extended his stay through Sunday when he was spotted at Drai’s inside Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall & Saloon, where Too Short was hanging out.

Though David Williams and former Broncos cornerback Ray Crockett didn’t go see Kid Rock, they were at Pure inside Caesars Palace on Saturday in separate parties. Lavo at Palazzo had Gossip Girl’s Michelle Trachtenberg, celebrating her sister Irene’s birthday with their mother.

By Jason Scavone

How adorable. They’ve got matching leopard dresses and matching heaving bosoms.

Rikki and Vikki Mongeon, the Ikki twins from A Double Shot at love, hosted at Jet inside The Mirage last night, dancing with men and women amid the Moet. This is one more thing we have Tila Tequila, and, by extension, MySpace, to thank for. Just so you know where to direct your angry letters.

Also at Jet was Cee-Lo of Gnarls Barkley. The Bank at Bellagio, meanwhile, saw Adam Gregory come in to celebrate his 21st birthday. He’ll be starring in the upcoming Hannah Montana: The Movie, which is pretty much the dream of every dude who just turned 21. Good thing for him he already has a girlfriend, Jessica Lowndes, who was with him at The Bank and is willing to tolerate a guy who takes a back seat to Miley Cyrus.

Frankie J. was at Christian Audigier the Nightclub inside Treasure Island to do “Suga Suga” and “Obsession” as part of his late birthday celebration. It has nothing to do with the Animotion song, so we imagine everyone was left confused, angry and disappointed. Like they just listened to Don King try to explain the Israeli-Hamas conflict.

Over at Lavo inside Palazzo, Tennessee Titans inebacker Keith Bulluck and tight end Bo Scaife drank multiple bottles of Perrier Jouet Rose champagne and shots of Patron. Apparently they’re not all that worried about Baltimore. They must not realize they’re trusting Kerry Collins in a big game.

By Jason Scavone

George Maloof can’t compete with the star of Just Shoot Me.

Desperate houswife Nicolette Sheridan kicked off her weekend by taking in the Stone Temple Pilots show at the Pearl, wherein Scott Weiland was dressed like some sort of space preacher. So that sets the tone for an awesome weekend, or one that ends with you coming to in the desert surrounded by panther bones.

Then on Saturday, she was out with David Spade and another couple at both Tao at The Venetian and SushiSamba at Palazzo. We know Spade makes the rounds, but he’s really hanging out with a broad who was engaged to Michael Bolton? Shouldn’t the angry ghost of Chris Farley interfere at this point?

Also at Tao on Saturday were Seth MacFarlane, Danielle Panabaker and Efren Ramirez. Rick and Kathy Hilton were there for dinner, before they got a tour of XS at Encore.

By Jason Scavone