15 Signs You've Been in Las Vegas For Too Long — and It's Time to Go Home
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Las Vegas is like a magical, grown-up Disneyland — there are shiny slot machines, massive mystery cocktails, and over-the-top clubs everywhere. The first couple days you're there, it's the best place to be, like, ever. But once the bachelorette party or girls' trip lasts longer than two days, it starts to feel like you're on a never-ending amusement park ride. Did your Vegas trip last way too long? Keep reading to find out . . .
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You can't remember what it feels like to be sober.
It was a feeling you experienced in the distant past.
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The blackjack dealer has a nickname for you.
Or calls you by your last name. (i.e. "Hey Williams, spending all your money again?")
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The Vegas shows are now yawn-inducing.
You've seen several shows after being in Sin City for like a million days so that dude's triple-backflip aerial trick is whatevs.
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The excruciating pain known as high heels is no longer manageable.
It's like walking on knives, lots and lots of knives.
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The Vegas heat has got you feeling delirious.
It's like an ogre-size hair dryer won't stop blowing on your body.
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The ringing in your ears WON'T STOP.
Don't worry, you're not going insane — that's just club-music residue.
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You have permanently lost at least one friend.
The last time she was seen she was throwing her bra onto the Chippendales stage.
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Your body is a massive prune from all the pool parties.
So much standing in crowded pools with strangers.
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All the buffet food you've been eating has limited your going-out clothing options.
The sassy body-con dress you had planned to wear for night three doesn't fit anymore. Sigh, pass the tater tots.
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The sight of butts no longer surprises you.
Stripper butts, waitress butts, show-performer butts — they're everywhere and unavoidable. And they don't shock you at all.
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Long story short, your body feels like it was hit by a bus.
Welcome to the weeklong Vegas hangover.