Paulywood: America’s least-favorite tourist destination. (Photos by Ray Alamo | SpyOnVegas.com)

Ladies, now you can finally achieve your dream of being judged by Pauly Shore. The Weasel is at the Palms tonight for the Miss Playboy Club Model Search. And really, how many chances will you get in life to be told by the star of Jury Duty that you’re just not pretty enough? Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Whipped cream and other delights. (Photo by Shane O’Neal)

Columbus, S.C., got in on the Miss Playboy Club game Sunday night with 26-year-old pastry chef and model Hillary Fisher capturing the club’s August honors. That’s got to be a fake bio, right? There’s no such thing as an aspiring Playboy model who’s also a pastry chef. That only happens when Peter North is your co-star.

By Jason Scavone

Flo Rida, seen here not believing how goddamn hot it is here. (Photos by Denise Truscello)

Flo Rida probably didn’t need Flavor Flav’s help picking out girls, but he got it anyway. Flav jumped on the Palms pool stage for “Low” to help bring girls up to dance during the song. In a shocking twist, Flav didn’t even make them compete on television for his affections. It’s like our whole world is turned upside-down.

Upstairs at the Playboy Club, Corey Feldman was wearing a polka-dot suit and sunglasses, because apparently there was some kind of convention going on at the Palms for people who dress weird and were famous 15 or more years ago.

Over at Wasted Space inside the Hard Rock Hotel, Halestrom broke out a trash can drum set for their acoustic show. Corey Taylor, tonight’s Friday Night Live performer, was there to check it out, as were members of Five Finger Death Punch and Avenged Sevenfold. Apparently only bands with numbers in their name were being let in.

By Jason Scavone

Bunnies do it all month long. (Photo by David Becker)

Playmate Kelly Carrington already did the Bunny Bash at Eve earlier in the month, but once you’ve got some momentum on this thing, you may as well keep it going. She’s celebrating her birthday tonight at the Playboy Club inside the Palms. But wait! That’s not all for hot-chick based club experiences this evening. Angelica Bridges, Sean E. Cooper and the cast of Fantasy host at Tabu inside MGM Grand while Sports Illustrated model Jessica White holds down the hotness fort at Lavo. We never get invited inside the hotness fort. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Ugh. 6-to-5 blackjack? Really? What do you mean, ‘You’re paying attention to the wrong thing?’ (Photos by Denise Truscello)

Holly Madison took over as the celebrity bunny dealer last night at the Playboy Club’s 50th anniversary party — custom Bedazzled bunny outfit and all — where 50 cities around the world were also marking the night. At the Palms, though, Madison raked in $1,500 in tips in an hour that went to Three Square Food Bank. That’s a solid $3 mil or so a year at that rate. We’d have to quit Peepshow and work full-time in the pit, if it were us.

Among the judges were Ryan Bonnell, a 25-year-old terminal cancer patient who had the trip arranged by the N9NE Group playing a rad round of Make-a-Wish for the Puyallup, Wash., resident. Local Mila Corsunova, 25, won the $1,000 Miss Playboy Club 50 prize.

Madison will be at the Planet Hollywood sports book Sunday night with Angel Porrino and Josh Strickland for a viewing party of the premiere of Holly’s World. Which should be delightful, as Game 5 in the Lakers-Celtics series should just be ending around then. There are going to be some angry, angry people if the game goes to overtime and they switch out half the screens for reality TV.

By Jason Scavone

Holly will be sharpening her blackjack skills. (Photos by Erik Kabik | Retna)

Fifty years of Playboy Clubs will be celebrated with 50 parties and 50 cities, but Ground Zero is at the world’s only bunny outpost (for now) to mark the occasion. Alumna Holly Madison plays the part of celebrity bunny dealer while Carrot Top and Penn Jillette pick out the winner of Playboy Club Miss 50 in a 1 a.m. announcement. If curiosity has the best of you, scope out where the other parties are going on at the official 50th anniversary website, including a Holiday Inn in Slovakia. Glamor! Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Bunnies to the East, bunnies to the West.

The Playboy Club is getting an international cousin.

Sands China — the Eastern child of Las Vegas Sands — has signed a deal to bring the Playboy Club to Sands Macao by the end of the year. It’s slated to be a 12,000-square-foot space complete with lounge and gaming on top of the building. Where have we heard that before?

Sands is also going to open a 30,000-square-foot Playboy Mansion Macau, modeled after Hef’s Holmby Hills mansion, with bars, lounges, clubs, gaming and retail. That comes on-line in the first quarter of 2012.

Hef’s empire was built in large part on the Playboy Clubs, which ran from 1960 to ’88 in America and ’91 internationally until the club’s resuscitation at the Palms. Macau would have only the second club currently operating in the world. This kind of global reswankification has a certain cachet, although we guess it’s notable that in its heyday, Hunter S. was ambivalent: “Being barred from the White House is like being banned from the Playboy Club. It carries with it a certain distinction.”

By Jason Scavone

So, would you say the crowd was, like Pulp, in love with the Common people?

DJ Jazzy Jeff got things started at the Palms when he was in the booth for Ditch Friday until around 4:30 p.m., spinning for a crowd that included the TrailBlazers’ Brandon Leray Rush. Jeff was back on the main stage at Rain, joining forces with Common around 1 a.m.

Common was celebrating the premiere of Just Wright, his movie with Queen Latifah. Which means he’s ready to bust down the front door to Oscartown. Common didn’t leave until 3:30 a.m., which was just after Floyd Mayweather Jr. turned up at the Playboy Club with a group of four to play half an hour of blackjack.

We assume this means all of Playboy’s dealers submitted to blood and urine tests on demand. That should be Mayweather’s hook for everything he does. Buying a new Maybach? Blood test the salesman. Hitting up a movie? Bring out the doping kit for the ticket-taker. Ordering at Taco Bell? On-demand urine test. Er, actually, there’s probably too much human waste in Taco Bell as-is.

By Jason Scavone

Well, Someone in this pic can be our hero. And it’s not Enrique. (Photo by Shane O’Neal)

Enrique Iglesias took a break from shooting photos for his upcoming album and hit up the Playboy Club inside the Palms last night where Bunny Tiffany presented him with a key to the club. Which now means that the Playboy Club will be required to play his father Julio’s “Feliz Navidad” at least once a night from Thanksgiving until Christmas Eve. So, thanks, Enrique. Thanks for that.

Meanwhile, over at Tao, Chazz Palminteri — who’s gearing up for another run of A Bronx Tale starting April 28 at The Venetian Showroom — was overheard saying he’s 100 percent Sicilian and proud of it. Che bene.

By Jason Scavone

‘Save it for the Mansion.’ (Photo by Denise Truscello. Additional photos by Truscello, Joe Fury.)

When you get past your 80s, your birthday odometer should roll all the way around and you get to go back to bad sheet cake, cheap balloons and pointy paper hats. This is totally what we’re going to do. Also: Squirt gun fights, and inappropriate crying when we don’t get the Masters of the Universe Snake Mountain playset.

Hugh Hefner, instead put on a shirt from the Larry King collection for his 84th and celebrated with dinner at N9NE Steakhouse inside the Palms along with girlfriend Crystal Harris, Palms owner George Maloof and a few others, which culminated in strawberry shortcake from Chef Barry S. Dakake and a “Happy Birthday” serenade from the restaurant.

After dinner, everyone went up to the Playboy Club before making their final stop at Moon. Well, maybe “final” isn’t a great word to use when describing Hef. Bur regardless, Harris led the charge for a second round of “Happy Birthday.” Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone