Men: It's Sin City... do you know where your women are? If not, you might want to check out a class called "Stripper 101" or who knows maybe you want to sign them up.

The class is held in a theater at the Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino (formerly the Aladdin), and has become so popular that it's now offered daily.

Approximately a dozen or so women, every day, from their 20s to 50s enthusiastically learn how to do a striptease. It's a sweat-inducing low impact aerobic workout designed to instill a positive body image and increase self-confidence, while developing a strong sense of sensuality.

The mantra: Grab Life by the Pole!

The fact is that you won't burn a ton of calories but it is still an exotic dancing workout that involves lunges, squats, kicks, and stretches that will reach all of the major muscle groups.

It's not for everyone: some women even find the whole concept demeaning, but for the most part I'm all for trying new things. Who knows you may just end up feeling more sexy and liberated (no matter what shape or size you are), and honestly isn't that what the class is all about? The cost is $40-$60 and includes a drink (which you will probably need).

The best part: Each woman walks away with a "stripper's license".

In short, this souvenir is sure to become the toast of your trip. A little better than those commemorative shot glasses you just bought.

" title="Moorea Beach Club"/>What's an opium bed? Well, it's not where the poppies grow, that's for sure; it's just one of the plush amenities at the exclusive Moorea Beach Club at Mandalay Bay. Eighty square feet of poolside pleasure comprise the pillowy retreats, which also offer a lock box for your treasured possessions, personalized service and a fresh fruit tray. If the staff won't hand-feed you grapes, there will surely be another guest nearby who will. That's just how they roll.

Moorea is home to European-style bathing, which means tops are optional, which means men pay a premium to get in and women skate by on the cheap -- but I'm told that the expense (for you men) is well worth it. Those flying solo can hunker down on a chaise lounge, groups of four can head for the daybeds or the aforementioned opium beds, and six to eight can splurge for a pavilion.

The latter buys you true only-in-Vegas luxury with flat-screen TVs, a king-size bed and CD player. What other pool clubs call a cabana, they call a pavilion.

Just one more reason to make the escape to Moorea today!

Not interest in relaxing? You might want to try one of Vegas' Infamous Pool Parties:

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From the East Coast to the West Coast, Sunday brunch has become a tradition for friends and family. While you can find brunch offerings at pretty much every casino in Vegas, while you're there (like I am now) take one Sunday to step off the Strip and toast some Bellinis over bagels at Vox Wine Lounge (2630 W. Horizon Ridge Parkway, at Eastern Avenue). The venue's Sunday brunch comes with all the traditional fixins plus some incredible, inventive dishes. Dine on feta and basil frittata, chorizo and eggs or feed your sweet Sunday-morning tooth with fresh scones, crepes, cinnamon buns and eclairs.

Got a hangover? Then indulge in a little hair of the dog and grab yourself a mimosa or Bellini from the Vox champagne cart or grab a delicious tomato infusion for the legendary Bloody Mary cart. And let's not forget the tunes ... as you're spreading some jam, take in the live jazz.

Ahhh, is it Sunday yet?

Photo by Tanya RynoIt's theme-run-amok time again, and I'm so happy about it. The outside reproduces various Parisian landmarks (amusing anyone familiar with Paris, as the Hotel de Ville is crammed on top of the Louvre), complete with a half-scale perfect replica of the Eiffel Tower. The interior, of The Paris, puts you in the middle of a dollhouse version of the city. You can stroll down a mini Rue de la Paix, ride an elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower (it's higher than you might think), stop at an overpriced bakery for a baguette, and have your photo taken near several very nice fountains.

You'll find signage employing the kind of dubious use of the French language that makes genuine Frenchmen really cross ("le car rental" and so forth), while all the employees are forced to dust off their high school French ("Bonjour, Madame! Merci beaucoup!") when dealing with the public. Don't worry, it's not quite enough to make you sick to "le stomach."

This attention to detail slightly extends to the rooms, which are nice. Bathrooms are good sized and pretty, with deep tubs but cold showers (while a few Sin City visitors might need a cold shower to get over last nights antics, it was a little less than satisfying for me). Try to get a Strip-facing room so that you can see Bellagio's fountains across the street. The monorail has a stop out back, which adds to the convenience factor.

The hotel has eight more-or-less French-themed restaurants, including the highly lauded Le Village Buffet, the Eiffel Tower restaurant (located guess where), and bistro Mon Ami Gabi. There are also five lounges. The health club is terrible. Terrible might be harsh, but why do companies forget to make their health club match the rest of the decor ... even the public bathrooms seem to reflect the theme, but like most hotel health clubs, this one was a boring plain room with a few pieces of equipment thrown in it -- Quel dommage!

The spa is magnifique! Both my friend and I had a massage and raved about it for the entire day. Overall, not a bad place to stay but a great place to visit -- quel hoot!

For all you City Slickers looking to get away from it all, never underestimate the restorative powers of shouting High Ho, Silver! while galloping off into the sunset.

So, you ask ... what's the quickest way to get in touch with your inner Lone Ranger? It's a little frontier-style rejuvenation at Dunton Hot Springs, a fully restored ghost town in the heart of the Colorado Rockies. Think hand-hewn log cabins (and tepees) surrounding gurgling mineral ponds, an old-time saloon serving locally grown organic cuisine, lung torturing trails followed by a pampering massage.

If adventure is what you’re after (and hopefully you are), Dunton can steer you to horseback riding, heli-skiing, mountain biking, snow shoeing, hiking, camping, fly fishing, river rafting, kayaking, and more. Or maybe soaking for hours in their natural hot springs under an edgeless sky is more your speed.

No matter what your proclivity, Dunton looks like the kind of place you’ll go home raving about — in fact, after discovering this little gem, I am more than apt to make my way there ... and after my travels, if I'm in a sharing mood, when I return, I can book the whole town for forty-two of my closest friends.

Your idea of enlightenment? A hot-off-the-press tabloid and a great glass of wine.

This year step it up a notch with the International Pinot Noir Celebration (July 25-27), hailed by The Wine Advocate as "unquestionably the finest in the world," is a must attend event.

The camp, for wine lovers, is a hedonistic three days of seminars, tastings, tours and one-of-a-kind meals with sixty international Pinot Noir winemakers, all within the beautiful backdrop of Oregon wine country.

Whether you are chatting over an exquisite lunch with a winemaker from Burgundy or tasting with a new world winemaker at one of the informal afternoon seminars, you’ll have the opportunity to meet the personalities behind these unique wines. And to top it off, an array of chefs from the Northwest create spectacular meals throughout the weekend, each offering a contribution to the continuing romance between Pinot Noir and fabulous food.

Which is way more impressive than your current knowledge of Hollywood gossip.