Check out this article in the NYT (gracias, dad).

Hey, Vegas might be a place where Celine Dion, Barry Mannilow, and Carrot Top went to die, but not the Purple One. Prince can do whatever the hell he wants, and make it cool. The guy wears heels for cryin' out loud. As far as I'm concerned, Prince is now the King of Vegas. I just hope he keeps his shop at the Rio open long enough for me to see him there sometime.