Italy 2008- My Quarter Life Crisis Trip

Well, this journal highlights the events of the first few weeks of my life as a 25 year old. As my quarter life crisis gift to myself, I decided that I would whisk myself away to Italy in October! After 6-8 months of planning, the trip of a lifetime had finally arrived:)

Before the trip though, I had a 25th b-day party to plan and focus on. The Thursday after my birthday, close friends and I gathered at GuestHouse in Manhattan for dancing, drinking and the usual drama. The trauma that we all experienced at the door frisking evaporated immediately once we took the stairs up to the club's main area. At one of the hottest clubs, we received a table and a complimentary bottle of champagne! And the drinking and dancing commenced! Sure, the evening involved me getting a bit loopy off of champagne, vodka cranberries and a lemon drop shot. And vicious smirks at the guys dressed as nerdy Kanye. And the crowning moments as we left the club.

Jamie and I decided that we were on a mission to get cupcakes! But first, we walked over to Marquis for some unfinished business. I had a bone to pick with Marquis because in prior weeks, they would not let us into the Dakota Fanning Hounddog party. So it was time to get even. J & I walked ourselves over to the front of the club, directly in front of security, doormen, and the long line of folks attempting to get into the club. And I stood there and took off my Prada heels and replaced them with ballet flats, which was basically my version of telling Marquis to shove it. I felt that I had truly snubbed them, especially since someone would never change into their walking shoes in front of a "hott" club. Well Marquis, you just lost your hotness factor. And off we went to the West Village for the rest of the evening.