Roller coaster called my life

This week has been a trip. I went from feeling like I've been broken up with on a post-it to attending a swanky party at 1-OAK and then preparing for my eighteen mile run tomorrow. I won't revel in the planning aspects for my run OR the annoying random mis-happenings of the week, so I will tell you about the party.

Eliza and I at Platform H fundraiser: SOS Japan

First, apologies in advance to my readers from the ivy leagues, but being in a crowd of ivy leaguers brings a different attitude and style. It's like a premature billionaire boys club with anticipations to one day rule the world. If you have every hung out with a crowd like this you know what I mean. Never condescending, but always on a pedestal. They definitely know how to have a good time, but if I have to pay 20 dollars for a mixed drink that isn't used with top shelf alcohol it should come with an appetizer.

Highlight of my night was walking into the bar with my sequins dress and seeing someone wearing the same thing. She went home to change. WINNING.