My limited bachelorette party-going experience has included more chlorophyll shots and hikes than gambling and gyrating strippers. The idea of a Vegas getaway never held much appeal anyway—until I got an invite to the relaunch of Palms Casino Resort, which just underwent a $690 million renovation, and is the site of new residencies by Travis Scott, J Balvin, G-Eazy and Cardi B. Once the domain of debaucherous bachelor and bachelorette escapism, the time for a thoroughly modern, culturally relevant visit to Vegas was nigh.

Though the property is dripping with artworks by Basquiat, Warhol, Murakami and Kaws, its showstopper is surely Damien Hirst’s Demon with Bowl, a 60-foot bronze sculpture—a colossal representation of Vegas-style excess—rising from the entryway pool. For highrollers of a human scale, the hotel’s new “Kaos Theory” weekend package, named for the property’s in-house mega nightclub, is tailor-made. In addition to sky-high views, a butler, chauffeur service and Dom Perignon bottles galore, those who opt for the package (priced at $1 million per weekend) will stay in a suite designed by and decked out in Damien Hirst.   

For my stay (and my relatively non-”Kaotic” itinerary) I decided to encourage healthy boundaries by bringing a friend I’ve had since seventh grade. My non-profit-employed, friendly-side-eye-giving companion would help me avoid that old adage, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” But we were both ready for a little indulgence—and we’d come to the right place.

We started off with an intimate Alicia Keys performance at the Pearl Theater, a perfect venue to showcase Keys’s raw talent, no special effects necessary. Her pared down arrangements and unmistakable vocals, reprising many of her throwback hits, were enough to have me in a puddle of nostalgia by the end of the night. But we picked it up a few notches at the KAOS nightclub, dancing until 6 am to Travis Scott, Skrillex, Xzibit and more

While the flowing bottle service and hangover-resistant Casamigos on the rocks might have washed away some of those “healthy boundaries,” we reinstated them in the a.m., opting for a green juice-centric detox at the Lucky Penny Café (a few carbs might’ve found their way to the table, too).

We had reason for a re-charge: that night brought J Balvin, G-Eazy and Cardi B to the same stage, but, queen that she is, Cardi B stole the show with a wide brimmed hat and Ralph & Russo green-tea organza dress. Embellished with tiers of devoré ostrich feather, Cardi was the living embodiment of her hit, “Money.”

Indeed, as a modern yet quintessentially Vegas experience, the reimagined Palms is just the place to unleash one’s inner showgirl. I may be still recovering, but if I’m ever asked to go back, I’ll channel the city’s inhibition-free credo. Because when it comes to Vegas, the answer is always “yes.”