The other day I went
to Art Basel con fifi on
my birthday.
A mixture of
December sweetness,
art and heaven.
"A place where we should meet
our future boyfriends"
a place where I want to
get lost in.
A place where I feel
most comfortable
We skipped school and spent the day in an environment I find myself attached to.
Its was my fourth year attending this event and my only regret was not going back for more.
I don't blame myself though.
This weekend was extremely busy to a point where my mind has fuzzed it all together.
It was beautiful and magical nonetheless.
I was quite solemn about turning 18. Such an overrated number.
But there are perks about growing.
Friday: Art Basel,
strolls along Lincoln, Tomato y basil pizzas, galleries, birthdays, glitter,
buses, naps.
Friday evening: The Fillmore, Y E L L E, glitter, florals and blazers, chandeliers, and beautiful musique, sleepy drives home.
Saturday: My work's grand opening, dancing and singing, frozen yogurt, and familiar faces.
Saturday Evening: my dear friends, road trips, X-mas lights, Cologne, road trips, Wynnwood, Rummage sales, Food trucks, Art galleries, dark nights, late dinners, sweet icecream,
crystal castles, biting cold wind.
Sunday: More work, face painting, complete happiness, laughs and laughs.
Sunday Evening: quiet movie night and cranberry juice
Monday: naps and naps everywhere and anywhere
photo credit: me and my dear friend fifi: please check out her blog: golden thoughts
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