Concrete Jungle




So this Saturday, I had quite the day. In the afternoon i went to NYC for a medical school seminar. i took my dad along with me. Needless to say, I was not having fun talking about my prospective future with my dad. I got back around seven and quite literally ran and got ready in ten minutes. I hate how for the past couple of times i haven't had time to get ready, i have only had a few minutes to get ready. A girl needs her time to get ready! I don't feel pretty and well put together when i don't have time to get ready. So here i am on Saturday, not in the best of moods because i am rushed and flustered, and on top of that my mom and dad decided to ask me once again about medical school! i hate when parents do that! right before you are leaving they decide they need to ask you questions about your life, but then when you are sitting at home doing nothing they have nothing to say? Parents!

Anyways so we left a bit late, and we ended up at place called "The Lounge". Yeah not very interesting name but the place was nice. The place we were supposed to end up at was crazy busy: the sapphire lounge. Anyways the night was crazy and I had a blast! We danced away the night with some of my closest friends! The night was clean fun... no funny business, and my close girlfriends followed the jungle theme. here are some pictures from the night:


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