"When I can hardly walk and my hair is falling out,
we'll still stay up 'til morning.
We'll throw the afterparty, oh yeah.
I won't act my age.
No, I won't act my age."
- One Direction.
After more than seven months of planning and discussing and getting things in order, San Diego happened.
We came. We saw. We conquered, indeed.
Not only was it one of the best trips of the summer, it was the reunion of a lifetime for the two London Kellys. One Direction concert and barhopping included.
We just decided to go hard because it would have been worthless to go home. That meant day trip to the zoo, cornholes against strangers and headbanging along to our favorite lads. (Let me rephrase that: jigging along to the lads. Great craic.)
Even getting horribly sunburned on the beach was the best ever because it still meant we were literally soaking in all the fun and sun we could. California style, of course.
San Diego was just everything I wanted it to be, but I do have to say any weekend/trip/day revolving around a One Direction concert turns into the greatest memories. We got to see goldfish race at a dive bar and ate too much Mexican food. How could that not end in a wonderful weekend?
I can't wait for another trip like this. Yes, I'm referring to a 1D-inspired adventure. Nevertheless, they always bring the party. And because of them, we are always dancing all night to the best songs ever...
