So this past weekend I was in Milan and of course I expected no less than a borderline illegal adventure...well actually it was over the border in some parts i.e when the police came to the punks wear prada afterparty right at sunrise probably because some old italian lady couldn't put her Prada on in peace because of the noise. Anyways we found ourselves repeatedly referring to going to Plastic those nights only to have a MAJOR duh moment when we realized it was closed now. Anyways Ania, Melo and Luca dragged me to the outskirts of Milan for a pop up London Loves party which I promptly left because it was so "NOT MY SCENE" and went to Vogue and got ridiculous with my bff Vincenzo. Then after that somehow I found myself wandering around the park and I ran into Ania, Melo, and Luca just driving around looking for me like seriously they have ESPN or something. We decided to go to Punks Wear Prada in like the remaining 15 minutes and of course it was ending as we arrived and I just ran around in the street with my blue hair acting crazy and got dirty looks from Alex Mohebbi and "that group". BITCH PLEASE. Well we found out there was an afterparty so we hopped on that faster than Anna Dello Russo on a cheetah print vespa. We danced till 7 a.m and I got almost kidnapped by straight boys until they realized I wasn't bringing girls with me. We ended up at Arco Della Pace and essentially hung out like we were homeless until I started bitching about missing brunch. It was pretty unorthodox by my usual standards for a friday night/saturday morning but I loved every minute......minus the one where I fell off the table I was dancing on. Can you say #PartyBruises

sidenote: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW HOT NICOLA POZZI AND HIS SWEATER ARE? *drools* I have a "thing" for ~crackhead chic~