How Long Should a Vegas Hangover Last?

I got back from Vegas in one piece on Monday afternoon. One piece that feels all beat to hell. I’m so tired I feel like I must be 90 years old and missed my afternoon nap. And to top it off I got a sore throat last night that is so very painful. I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas. When I am there I love it. Love it so much it hurts. And that is why when I leave there I hate it. My body/liver hates me for loving Vegas and it takes me for what seems like an eternity to recover.

We had an absolute blast while in Vegas. I consumed a good amount of Miami Vice’s poolside and a TON of beer/cranberry vodkas in the casinos. We about broke even w/ the gambling, but lost when you factor in all we spent on everything else (however all the free alcohol has to count for something, right?). Although I did come home w/ a new Coach purse courtesy of my loving hubby and me being able to talk him into getting me my anniversary present 2 months early. Now I have to think of something really good to get him when it actually is our anniversary. Any ideas???

Vegas really does get the suckers and we were no exception. You’d think we’d know better having been to Vegas on several occasions. On our final day there 2 of my girlfriends (Angie & Andrea) and I decided we’d done enough poolside and wanted to do some shopping so we headed across the street to Caesar’s. After shopping for some time we come across a gelato stand with a man behind the counter yelling at us as to what flavor we wanted to sample. Now, none of us were really hungry since we had eaten only about an hour prior, but well, it’s a free sample!

Sucker punch #1: He lured us up to the counter and whipped out our choice of flavor for the free samples, then proceeded to give us as many free samples as we requested. And good gracious it was delicious. It was heaven in a cup. The free samples alone pretty much filled us up, so why would we need to order any? B/c he made us feel like we had to after so much free yummy goodness. Damn him.

Sucker punch #2: Andrea ordered the small size banana gelato and went around to pay for such said “small” gelato. Turns out this is not a small, however this is the smallest size they have displayed, so you are in the belief that you are getting the smallest size, however it is actually a medium.

Sucker punch #3: The prices are not shown, nor do we ask how much this delicious gelato is. I mean really, how much could about ¼ cup of gelato cost? $7-8 max right? Wrong. Let’s try $14. This stuff had better be made of gold or contain liquor or something that will make us extremely happy for that price. Andrea tried to run around and tell Angie not to proceed w/ getting any due to the inexcusable price, however it was too late. That damn gelato man sure was fast to fill up those stupid little cups.

And the worst part of it all is that the gelato couldn’t even be finished b/c none of us were hungry. Freaking gelato salesman really got us good didn’t he? What a douchebag.

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Here's some random pics from the weekend (I'll get more up later):

Bartels, Tai, Kyle, Ang & Andrea (A & A are otherwise known as "The Gelato Suckers")

The whole table of us at The Palm Restaurant

My honey & me

The Vegas Ladies