It was our second time in Vegas, and we knew the drill. Stay hydrated. Forget sleep. Take Excedrin. I learned not to take myself, or the men (if you can call them men) around us too seriously in We’re in Vegas…Can I Buy You a Drink. No matter how mentally prepared we tried to be for back-to-back-to-back partying, Vegas still remained a little bit hazy, disoriented, and at times, made us wonder why we even agreed to come back.
It hits you on the return flight home: because in Vegas, you can get away with being weird, outlandish, extravagant, difficult…whatever you want to be.