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 . . .
It was a feeling you experienced in the distant past.
Or calls you by your last name. (i.e. "Hey Williams, spending all your money again?")
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.
It's like walking on knives, lots and lots of knives.
It's like an ogre-size hair dryer won't stop blowing on your body.
Don't worry, you're not going insane — that's just club-music residue.
The last time she was seen she was throwing her bra onto the Chippendales stage.
So much standing in crowded pools with strangers.
The sassy body-con dress you had planned to wear for night three doesn't fit anymore. Sigh, pass the tater tots.
Stripper butts, waitress butts, show-performer butts — they're everywhere and unavoidable. And they don't shock you at all.
Welcome to the weeklong Vegas hangover.