ABOUT LAST NIGHT (ENDING 2015)

It was a very great night……..we ended 2015 in style. Awesome! Remember the sick party I told you guys about in my last post? Yes I ‘repped’ it so hard and it was a blast. It was very nice to see all the young single adult coming together to mingle and have fun. I got to sit down and chat with some of the people I know and also had the chance to meet new people.

For me, I think this is the best young single adult dinner ever. There was more opportunity for us to dance and express ourselves; and for me that was a wonderful thing. Even though I was kind of late I had mad fun. Of course, I’m always the life of every party. So here are some pictures for you guys. Enjoy

After the party, I had the chance to experience something I've never experienced before. I went to the club!!!! Yeeeeesss baby!!!!....with other four friends of mine!! It was really uncomfortable at first but I really adjusted to the environment. I must say the experience wasn't bad at all. Maybe because there were a few people in there….I don’t know. All I can say it I had fun and I was glad to be around with the people I love to end 2015. Cheers!

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