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There aren’t many things in life that can make you feel like you’ve entered another world, make you feel like you’re living another life entirely, if only for one day. The All White Polo match in Mallorca I went to with my family did that for me.

It was all very P Diddy, or what I imagine a P Diddy party would be like anyway. It was one of those events I would never even think to go to because it’s just not part of the lifestyle I live… obviously. I’ve got to say though, it went down as one of my favorite days. And I mean out of my life not the trip. We dressed up, not knowing if we followed the dress code properly but very much hoping we did. We arrived early, signaling to the usuals that we didn’t actually know how this works and silently begging for guidance! We somehow managed to secure a white tent in the seating area and scored a perfect view of the polo match. The sun was beaming, the drinks were flowing over to us without  being asked for, our small table was over filled with the same delicious finger food from this post, we choose teams based purely on team colors, we laughed and people watched, we sat with our legs hanging over the polo field and felt the rush as the horses stormed past us.

It was fantastic and relaxing, but extremely exciting as the same time. It was the perfect blend of good feelings. Especially because we kept accepting long, deep whiffs of the dinner that was to come. I wish I could thoroughly explain to you what the dinner spread looked like, but not I nor my pictures could ever do it justice.  It was a feast fit for a king. Probably the King of the North. Rest in Peace Robb Stark.  As the sun started hiding behind the mountains, the lights started dimming and the candles glowing, the conversations got louder and the band started playing. Some people lined up for food with others hit the now open dance floor. It was the best party I have ever been to and I only knew 3 people.

It’s funny. Sometimes I don’t partake in events or outings because I think it’s not very “me”, and I wont fit in. People would look at me funny and feel sad at my uncomfortableness. The word Poser comes to mind. I know myself really well and I like being in situations I sure I’ll feel confident in.  But! this event taught me that “me” is whoever I want it to be. And if I want to be or feel like someone different for the day then I think, by all means, I’ll bloody go for it!

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