(Photo by Tony Tran | SpyOnVegas.com)

If there are advantages to being in high school, we don’t know what they are. Well, still having your life ahead of you and not having all your hopes and dreams slowly crushed out by years of disappointment, we suppose. But still, fifth period trig totally sucks and we wouldn’t trade it for a plateful of optimism.

Plus, the parties are way better now. Last night’s Vegas Prom at Wet Republic saw Holly Madison come by as a Prom Queen hopeful. Xania Woodman took the tiara while Jet’s Mustafa Abidi was named king. For the full event in photos, check out SpyOn for the lowdown.

By Jason Scavone

Gettin’ a little handsy there on the left, chief. (Via SexyPeople)

You’ve no doubt been besieged in the last 10 days or so on Twitter and Facebook with people trying to get you to vote for them for Vegas Prom. Well now it’s time to dust off that chiffon dress and powder blue tux and get over to Wet Republic at MGM Grand where the king, queen, prince and princess will be announced.

If we have one piece of advice, it would be to dance as awkwardly is possible, like your shuffling feet are weighted down by the shame you feel from bringing a girl five inches taller and clearly an earlier bloomer than you to the sound of Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” while you avoid eye contact with any of your friends on the dance floor. At least, that’s what we took away from our prom. OK, that’s what we would have taken away from our prom if we didn’t have actual cool stuff to do that night. … OK, that’s what we would have taken away from our prom if we could’ve found a date. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Taunting your siblings through the power of song. (Photo by Erik Kabik. Additional photos by Scott Harrison | Retna)

We’re sure every day Pete Wentz has to spend with Joe Simpson is a delight. He has to spend most of his waking hours just dreading birthdays, Christmas and Thanksgiving. He had to pay the familial piper this weekend when Ashlee Simpson celebrated her 25th birthday at MGM Grand’s Wet Republic with sister Jessica, father Joe, mother Tina.

Ashlee requested “Single Ladies” during the party in what we can only imagine was a deliberate dig at Jessica. We kind of hope she was wearing a Tony Romo jersey when she did it. She even did the creepy, creepy dance, but no word on whether she was pointing and laughing at Jessica while she did it.

By Jason Scavone

Be careful you don’t get Yokoed, Pete. Look what happened to Panic. (Photo by Erik Kabik | Retna)

Ashlee Simpson-Wentz, late of Melrose Place revamp fame, celebrates being on the downside to 30 when she does her 25th birthday at MGM Grand’s Wet Republic Saturday where she’ll be bringing along with preternaturally sad sister, Jessica. If we all show up in Cowboys jerseys, we bet we could get her to cry. Come on, what else do you have going on on a Saturday?

By Jason Scavone

This dudea popped collar, cardigan … and shorts. (Photo by Erik Kabik | Retna. Additional photos Scott Harrison | Retna)

It’s Diddy’s weekend, and Floyd Mayweather was just living in it. Diddy hosted Wet Republic’s pre-fight party Saturday at MGM Grand, turning up all in white (spoiling our evil genius plan to have everyone go all in white and confuse Diddy into thinking he crashed his own Fourth of July party).

Tyrese, in town to do the National Anthem for the fight, joined Diddy in a bungalow, as did Ray-J, former protege Mase, and Wayans brothers Marlon, Shawn, Damon and Keenan Ivory. That leaves just 38 Wayanses unaccounted for.

Diddy kept the mic close, rapping along to “Bad Boy for Life” and Snoop’s “What’s My Name” among others. The rest of the songs he just insisted be mashed up with a Police sample and called them a tribute to Kanye’s fallen respect.

By Jason Scavone

Normally, Diddy goes a little more formal than this for watersports..

It must be a fight week, because Diddy is in town. His Royal Diddyness hosts at MGM Grand’s Wet Republic tomorrow afternoon. We’re pretty sure this means they’ll be contractually obligated to drain the pool and fill it back up with Ciroc vodka. That could be fun for a little while, at least until you forget not to open your eyes underwater.

By Jason Scavone

(Photo by Hew Burney | SpyOnVegas.com)

“U R Awesome and I <3 … W?” That definitely says “W.” Man. Looks like someone really loved the crap out of those tax rebate checks.

By Jason Scavone

(Photo by Tony Tran | SpyOnVegas.com)

As gimmicks go, perhaps the one that requires you to wear a disco-ball mascot head in 110-degree heat could have been a little more well-thought-out.

By Jason Scavone

You see that machinery? THAT’S why we needed child labor. For the tiny hands.

Here we go, Labor Day. Time to nurse the rare Sunday hangover into submission or get started on the even more elusive Tuesday hangover. Eithe way, you’re sending summer packing the way God and nature intended: Probably with hot dogs and cheap beer. Or you can kick off 8 fewer hours of work with pool parties, with Scooter & Lavelle spinning at Relax, local DJ All-Stars at M Resort’s DayDream or Deadmau5 at Wet Republic. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Shannen Doherty is going to copy her and start hanging out with teenage Frankensteins. (Photos by Scott Harrison | Retna)

This kind of crap never would’ve happened if Dylan McKay were still on the job. Apparently the inmates are running the asylum now, because AnnaLynne McCord of the new 90210 was hanging out with Twilight’s Kellan Lutz Sunday at MGM Grand’s Wet Republic.

Normally, we thought you had to invite vampires into the Peach Pit before they could come inside.

McCord was also joined by her sister, Angel. The three of them hung out in McCord’s bungalow, where they kept the curtains closed for privacy. And not because the sun is poison to his kind, WINK! Did we just say “wink” out loud? You bet your sweet ass we did.

For God’s sake, he left wearing a baseball hat, long-sleeve T-shirt and jeans. We get it. You’re living the vampire lifestyle. Great. Just be careful people don’t start getting twitchy and try to jab you full of sharp wood.

By Jason Scavone