So we flew into Jet at the Mirage, where an absurd surprise awaited us — none other than The Hills’Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag were hosting! The night, which saw Montag hump a go-go dancer’s stripper pole to the drunken delight of white-veiled bachelorette-party girls and the horny fellas hounding them, epitomized Vegas’ cheesy yet teasy appeal. Its meta-mix of liquor, food, money, sex and now music and dance has an extremely seductive energy, but like Montag’s reality show (and her body), it’s completely fake. What happens there may stay there, but luckily we didn’t have to. Of course, that doesn’t mean we won’t be ready to roll the dice again next year.