You exclaim "Wow! It's almost 2am. We made it out later than I thought!"
You sip your shots.
You dispense advice to a 21 year old (and they walk away).
The best part of your night is eavesdropping on your neighbor at the cafe.
You are content people-watching at a club instead of dancing.
The 21-year olds in the elevator, shrieking while wearing matching tiaras, annoy you.
You ask your friend "Is this a mini dress or a shirt?"
You have to buy your own drinks.
You shamelessly walk barefoot throughout the casinos after a long night because your feet hurt.
You have to buy your own drinks.
You shamelessly walk barefoot throughout the casinos after a long night because your feet hurt.
You don't 'get ready' to go to the pool, you just go.
You reminisce in your hotel room for 4 hours before even going out.
Soup hits the spot at the end of the night.
You can afford a luxurious hotel room with flat screen TVs and a jacuzzi tub.
You're reading "O" magazine at the pool.
You don't care about carrying your pool items in a plastic Walgreens bag.
You have a tripod for your camera.
You pack your breastpump.
You score at the end of the night by soaking your feet in the jacuzzi tub with your girlfriends.
You crave a glass of wine, instead of a sugary cocktail.
You reminisce in your hotel room for 4 hours before even going out.
Soup hits the spot at the end of the night.
You can afford a luxurious hotel room with flat screen TVs and a jacuzzi tub.
You're reading "O" magazine at the pool.
You don't care about carrying your pool items in a plastic Walgreens bag.
You have a tripod for your camera.
You pack your breastpump.
You score at the end of the night by soaking your feet in the jacuzzi tub with your girlfriends.
You crave a glass of wine, instead of a sugary cocktail.
You buy 'going-out' clothes at White House/Black Market
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