Author: Andrew Kiraly

IN RECENT YEARS, Henderson’s Water Street District has garnered justified buzz for revamping itself into a cool hang with a mix of things to do. I’m feeling it. Not only

BOULDER HIGHWAY cuts through a historic area of town called Four Mile (sometimes spelled Formyle). Way back in the 1930s, it was where numerous bars, gambling joints, and brothels took

I DON’T KNOW whether it’s advisable, reasonable, or defensible to enjoy hotel art, but I always try to. By “hotel art” I mean the incidental pieces that dot the walls

TWO THINGS happened recently that I suspect are connected. Well, I only suspect that I suspect they’re connected; it’s entirely more plausible that I’m forcing some philosophical connection between the

WELL, OKAY, only since you asked about what Trenchant, Fascinating Insights I’ve gleaned about Las Vegas since launching TheList.Vegas, I’ll dish: Locals make the best tourists. That sounds fake-aphoristic, wannabe

COMPRESSED JOTS from last week that led into a somewhat restorative slow-motion weekend in which I took my culture largely indoors: Saw To Kill a Mockingbird at The Smith Center,

I THINK IT started as a New Year’s resolution way back in the day at some point but kind of solidified into a lifelong attempt to tactically power down my

AS A CHILD of television aka Gen X aka an Old, I will never not think it’s cool to Be on Live TV, which I was on Jan. 5, to

HAPPY NEW YEAR, etc. How was yours? Mine was rung in with a gratifying elementality — fairly rum-punched, cataleptically dancing with anyone and everyone in a friend’s living room to

THIS IS ME wishing for the existence of a temporal freeze-ray that puts select favorite parts of reality under a glass dome of unchanging, static forever: Specifically, selfishly, pettily, for

FREEZING TEMPS on tap this weekend, which, to be an intronaut for a sec, triggers me to remark: People have their factions; I have my own loyalties. I aver: I’m

FIRST, THE WEEKEND: Suitably loud, punctuated with the perfect amount of Sunday rain — the vervy, reflection-rich metropolitan kind that politely hurries you along from car to storefront, from car