I’m not a party goer. I’m that kind of girl who would rather stay in on a Saturday night and drown myself with flicks. I don’t have much to say about my “nightlife” other than maybe getting my first taste of alcohol on a Kadayawan night and finding myself vomiting at the gate of our house. I woke up with a bad headache and a realization that I will never be friends with that kind of “life”. But when I was offered the chance to go to the Summerfrolic, I surprised myself by saying yes!
So, there I was, a socially awkward girl dancing in a sea of party people past my bedtime. I danced to the beat, got covered withRead More »