I’m at 17 years. I’ve traveled to fulfill obligations since, but the last time I planned PTO to go somewhere and relax with no set agenda was 2006.
We all had Penn & Teller tickets (totally worth $100 a pop in '06), but the rest of the long weekend was “fuck around in Vegas with our mid-20s livers and cheap hotel rooms we only want to sleep in.” My college roommate won his and his fiancee’s entire trip costs with five minutes to spare before the airport pickup.