Today is a very special day because it is mine and Bae’s anniversary. To celebrate the momentous occasion, I have decided to share with you the very first trip we took together. I find this to be a fitting tribute as travel is such a large component of our relationship and lifestyle–something we have come to define as the “HO Lifestyle” as it comprises both of our first initials and alludes to a very different meaning to anyone who isn’t privy its origins.
Our first trip together was quite a while before Bae officially became “Bae”. We were both living in Monaco at the time and had attended a Winter Ball with all of our friends. Naturally, the ball was followed by a long night of partying at Jimmy’z and further after-parties at the Living Room. We awoke incredibly hungover at around 5 o’clock in the afternoon the next day and went to Brasserie for some much needed food. While eating what was to be our one meal of the day we figured indulging in Happy Hour wouldn’t be the worst idea. Well into the hour of happiness and just past the point of logic, we came up with a grand plan. We hadn’t spoken to our friends since the night before, but this was normal as both of us tend to go off the grid (aka enter a sleep coma) after such epic party nights, so the best way to come back into existence would be with a 4 am snapchat of us randomly in Milan. Hilarious, right? RIGHT?! I suppose this is the point where I should inform you that within our immediate friend group the two of us are known to be the most impulsive and sensational, so the act was fitting with our character roles (hello, only-child problems).
After stopping for a quick Nutella covered waffle at the Christmas Market (obviously), we drove to my apartment so I could pick up some essentials (read: a bottle of whiskey, a pair of heels, and a going out dress) and made our way to Milan. We arrived about 3 hours later (11 PM) and checked into the first Hilton we found. While I changed into more appropriate clothing, Bae searched the bottle of whiskey for some solace as we had never gone back to his apartment and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants. “But they’re Dior…I think I can get away with them if you walk in first” A few hours of drinking later and several awkward glances from the concierge, we finally made our way to a bar/club called Cookies. Surprisingly, Bae’s prediction about being allowed entrace was correct but he remained the creepy guy in sweatpants for the remainder of the night…and trip. We stayed at the club until the wee hours of the morning and then went to the Duomo where the above snapchat photo was taken and disseminated to all of our friends. The next day we did some shopping and relished in receiving a plethora of “WTF” responses from our friends. Moral of the story: always keep a pair of club appropriate clothing in the car and never doubt your post-happy hour instinct.
Happy Anniversary Boo! I’ve traveled the world with you and look forward to sharing new destinations, experiences, achievements, and stages of life with you. May the HO-Lifestyle forever be as lavish and impulsive as its inception.