The end-of-summer pool party isn’t just about saying farewell to a season — farewell to the Vegas heat’s wilting, buzzing languor whose reign lasts for two narcotized months.
Although I'd already covered the Spring Mountains Gateway visitor center for our July edition, I didn't get a real-life appreciation of it until last weekend when my cycling group scheduled our first "It's too damn hot to ride, but we have to stay in shape" hike. ...
I hope my car-insurance provider doesn’t read this. In recent years — and to my own bemusement as much as to anyone else who knows me as a fairly laid-back guy — I’ve become something of an impatient driver.
Arriving just 10 minutes before curtain time at Cockroach Theater Company’s production of Tracy Letts’ mid-’90s play Bug, my group and I had slim pickings on seating. I ended up in a lone open chair on the front row.
Margot switches on the fans, cranks up the music and — right off the bat — has us stand up on our pedals. “All right, let’s get going with a hill-climb!” she yells, smiling.
