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Vegas In Your 20s Vs. Vegas In Your 30s

You get older. Vegas stays the same age.

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by The Palazzo

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Vegas in Your 20s: PLANNING THE TRIP

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In your 20s, "plan" is just another four-letter word. You can't hear "plan" without hearing "schedule," and you can't hear "schedule" without hearing "lame." So, fine, here's the plan: Jam some stuff in your weekender, point the car toward Vegas, and let the chips fall — literally.

Vegas in Your 30s: PLANNING THE TRIP

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The difference between good surprises and bad surprises is a lesson hard won from your mercurial 20s. You know that a refined experience requires forethought — not an itinerary, but a rough sketch of the basics: where to stay, where to eat, and what's not to be missed.

Vegas in Your 20s: BOOKING THE ROOM

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"The more the merrier" is a phrase you take literally, especially when it means splitting the cost of the room eight ways. There are only two beds, of course, but if everything goes to plan, you won't be sleeping in them anyway.

Vegas in Your 30s: BOOKING THE SUITE

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You still love your friends, and you'll always remember those jam-packed motels with fondness, but waiting an hour for your shower just isn't in your plans anymore. Now you book the suite because you deserve some luxury. You owe yourself some luxury.

Vegas in Your 20s: OUT TO DINNER

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Quantity over quality is the economy of the dining hall. That instinct drives you and the squad to post up at a buffet and GET. HYPE. Your buffet combinations are unorthodox and elegant: tater tots and ice cream. The plates you bring back to the table are piled high with the fuel that'll keep you going 'til sunrise.

Vegas in Your 30s: OUT TO DINNER

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You've still got a few remnants of that "burritos-at-midnight" college palate, but you've also had some revelatory culinary experiences, and you know the difference between the two. You survey the menu, listening to the soft clink of silverware, and take a moment to savor the fact that there is not a tater tot in sight.

Vegas in Your 20s: FIRST NIGHT OUT

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You treat the moments of that first night like you stole them. You greedily jam-pack each one with as much sensation as possible. Food, club, tables, the Strip... It's all one big push. This will last forever. Tomorrow's never coming.

Vegas in Your 30s: FIRST NIGHT OUT

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The first blush of Vegas still gets into your blood, from the moment you set your bag down and inhale that cool, clean smell of your hotel room. Tonight you'll take the measure of the weekend. You still feel that itch to try to jam everything into one wild night, but pacing yourself over two wild nights is the stronger play.

Vegas in Your 20s: THE NEXT MORNING

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You buy your ticket, you take the ride. You signed up for these hazy sun-drenched late mornings. The room will stop spinning. Eat something. Drink something. Splash some water on your face. Find a clean shirt in your bag and get down to the pool. You can rest when you're back in the real world, but right now you're in Vegas.

Vegas in Your 30s: THE NEXT MORNING

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Went hard last night. Late dinner, then hit the tables and dug in. No way to know what time you rolled into the suite. That's why at check-in you reserved a spa package complete with massage and facial. From your relaxing, mist-cooled cloister, you sip fresh fruit juices while watching the bleary-eyed 25-year-olds trudge to the poolside bar.

Vegas in Your 20s: SECOND NIGHT OUT

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Tonight you go all out. The specter of Monday looms, and you're going to fight it with every weapon Vegas provides: friends, drinks, dancing, and music scientifically calibrated to make you forget Mondays are even a thing. The squad is putting together after-hours plans with some people they met in line. Tomorrow's never coming.

Vegas in Your 30s: SECOND NIGHT OUT

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You pass the long line of buzzing revelers waiting to get into the "hot" club, and head up the street to the side entrance of a smaller, more exclusive lounge. You say hello to the guy at the door — he recognizes you and pulls back the rope with a smile and nod. It's gonna be a good night.

Vegas in Your 20s: THE TABLES

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You're not here for a long time — you're here for a good time. Put a stack on black. Hit. Let it ride. Bust. It's all part of the experience. Grab a free drink and move to another table. You've always wanted to learn how to play craps...

Vegas in Your 30s: THE TABLES

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Settle into the blackjack table like you own it. Be patient. Double down on 11. Tip your dealer. Order a drink. Tip your waitress. Build a stack. Looks like dinner's on you. Hit again. Lean into the table and feel that tingle as the dealer pushes your chips across the felt. Maybe breakfast is on you too.

Vegas in Your 20s: AFTER-HOURS

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You spill out of the club, your ears still ringing. Party zombies file past you in every direction on the way to the after-hours spot, a dingy little place off the Strip. Some are barefoot, hair mussed, some still fresh-faced, all illuminated in the blue-white light of social media feeds.

Vegas in Your 30s: AFTER-HOURS

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You know a little spot that picks up around 4 a.m. that's great for a nightcap. Well, a morning cap. You say hello to the guy on the door. Nice guy, funny as hell. Dawn starts to sieve through the window, and there's a collective "booo." Another pocket of quiet, like a long exhale, as you head to your suite.

Vegas in Your 20s: LAST LOOKS

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Vegas has spun you like a top, and that's exactly what you came for. You packed your bag on three hours' sleep and have no idea what's in your bag. It's a safe bet that you'll leave without your phone charger, but that's all right. You can always look for it on your next trip.

Vegas in Your 30s: LAST LOOKS

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The taxi to the airport hasn't lost its bittersweetness with age. You replay the giddy feeling of your arrival in your mind while you wistfully scroll through emails on your phone. Then you put in your earbuds and zone out. Veni. Vidi. Vici. You'll be back.

Vegas in your 20s: THE DRIVE HOME

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In your 20s, part of the magic of travel is the crucible of the long drive, in the same way that part of the magic of partying is the hangover. Something about seeing that "Drive Carefully" sign backlit by a dusky desert sky, and looking past it toward the hours stretched out in front of you, is like the cash-out moment for your whole trip.

Vegas in Your 30s: THE FLIGHT HOME

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You've still got plenty of room for the adventure of your 20s, but the romance of the road has lost some allure, and hangovers aren't romantic at all — they just hurt. You settle into your seat, load a movie on the tablet, and think about coasting past that "Drive Carefully" sign. Then you order a drink.

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