So, in general it's been a bit of an up and down summer... Started grand, got a bit funky in the middle, and ended just as grand. One of the best parts of the summer has to be my lovely little trip to see my babes Abbie in sunny old Salou.
It was just perfect... made me sick to be come home to this rainy boring country of hideousness. Flight there was easy as pie, airport was piss easy, felt like a grown up for once in my life. Got a bit snap happy before I even got there with my teddy, who took the trip with me.
I am a big child, I know. I'm also a massive retard, but that's just fine. First night out ended up chucked in the sea fully clothed, then consequently all decided it made more sense to just strip off and take on the sea that way. And by take on, I mean constantly be chucked in headfirst, held underwater, pushed over everytime I tried to stand up... that kind of thing.
Truthally thought that was the night I would lose my sight. My eyes felt as if they were burning out of my skull, ready to pop out and just lay on the sand next to my feet, sad and helpless. But luckily, that did not happen.
Did the standard spot of sunbathing by the pool, cheeky trip to the beach (which included jokes amount of cringetastic photos), went to Barcelona Zoo, saw my lion homeboys, an amazing dolphin show, went to an amazing waterpark, visited Tarragona, the lushest chinese buffet... so much brilliant stuff. It made it so much better than some boozy lounge by the pool all day drink all night holiday... been there, done that.
Also met the most beautiful creation known the man... the Portuguese stunner of a cocktail maestro who worked at a cocktail show on the beach front. We went there one night (cocktails were absolutely stunning, best I’ve ever tasted hands down), and in part of the show they pull to people out of the audience to help them out. Shock, I was one of them... Through the embarrassment however I cant say for a second I was complaining, being in such close proximity to that beauty, I'd of done absolutely anything. Saying that, I was shitting myself something proper... I had to hold about 20 glasses with drink in with one hand, walk through the crowd then stand on some chair with another girl while he took the glasses off as and balanced them on his bloody chin! I think there was some fire involved as well... I can't be to sure, I was to busy staring at that face, imagining what our Portuguese babies would look like. I was also getting over my joy and over-excitement that he said to me as I stood on the chair that I had “a beautiful dress”. I chose to take that as “I love you and would enjoy having your babies”. So yeah, I was kind of in awe.
Something not so great, I developed a new face during my stay. Clever me decided I didn't need to put suncream on my face... how wrong I was. Burnt it hideously the first two days, third day thought i'd got away with it. Off I go to have a shower, blissfully unaware of the horror I'm about to see. Look in the mirror... and I swear I have never been more shocked in my life. I genuinly looked like a cross between Quasimodo and the Elephant man. For the first half an hour I couldnt stop laughing, I felt like I was high. But as the reality sunk in that I looked like a fucking mutant, the laughter turned to depression. Spent the evening on Abbies bed smothered in aftersun, fan on, flannel on my face. Thank fuck, it went down within a day, as did the burn... just left a fuckload of moles on my face... kind of bad, but shit happens.
Last big night out was great, didn't spend a penny! I love the type of drunk you get on holiday aswell... your not smashed, struggling to walk by the end of the night, feeling the hangover before your heads even hit the pillow. Your just buzzing off life, such a happy drunk. So yeah, was awesome, I just want to go out again their now. Fuck town here and it's shitty drinks, I want a bomb cheers.
The actual last night I went with her fam to the actual magic show where Abbie works... all inclusive drinks. Not much more has to be said really. By the end I was mixing red and white wine hoping it would make rose, harassing her work friends and doing splits on the bar. Good. One. Amber. Whatev, at least i'll be remembered... even if it is for all the wrong reasons!
I was so devoed to leave... her family made me feel so welcome, it was amazing. And just to be with my best friend for a whole week, just me and her... I needed that so much. The holiday couldn't have come at a better time, and although going away for a week won't just get rid of any problems waiting at home, it does give you time to put things into perspective, and just have some time away from it all. I'd love to go out there again, even just for a long weekend. She has a brilliant set of friends out there as well, such jokes people. I know obviously every life has its ups an downs, but from the outset, I couldn't be more jealous of her life out there. If anything its clarified my thoughts that I want to work abroad next summer more than anything, I just want to make the most of my time and not think of a single second ill-spent. I'm feeling Ibiza, so up for going out there and doing podium dancing or something!
Anyhooo, weeks that followed that were pretty wank, countless occasions i'd just lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling just wailing "What is my life". But then came my lurrrsh trip to Guernsey to see my Chelleycat. Just pure jokes literally. I've never been somewhere so surreal in my life... People leave their car doors unlocked ?!?! AND THEIR HOUSE DOORS?! At picnics people eat from hampers, champagne, brie and delicious treats from Marks and Spencers. I was miles away from my shitty ham and cheese sandwitches straight out of a Asda carrier bag down the common.. No, we were eating at a bloody castle! I even got a friggin tan at this crazy island called Herm, it was lush. Guernsey in general was so stunning aswell, there was no rubbish floating casually down the streets, no inbred chavs stumbling around pissed at 1 in the afternoon, no babies with hooped earring drinking from a Coke bottle. Chelle's house was something out of A place in the sun aswell, it made me want to cry under a desk. So. Jel.
Needless to say the night out ended... rather strangely. Might have got lost (FYI, because Chelle told me to "Go away" and I took it to heart)... only managing to find her home using the yellow pages. But not before sending her ridiculous abuse via facebook, giving her the "paedo" title, and saying I was going to die in a ditch because of her. Standard. A joyous reunion however was shortlived, as I then had to take off back home... But not before being violently sick on the lovely little plane, reeking the whole place out. That was just grand, really good way to end it if im honest with you.
After that, times were pretty swell. Another crunked up night out left me sat in a puddle unable to stand, no memory and a killer hangover the next day. Note to self: that is the final time I will EVER consume Crunk. A hilarious staff night out, again, lack of memory... the only memories I do have are JOOOKES, and in all honesty, pretty shocking and cringeworthy. Thank fuck there's no photos from that night.. well, none that have arisen... yet.
And now, I'm sat in my new bed, in my new room, in my new house. And I'm literally so so happy. This house is gorgeous, and even though all the other rooms are empty, it already feels so homey. More than buzzing to be reunited with my girls in a meer matter of weeks.
So, after that insane ramble, I'm going to now go and eat some Nougat Pillows. Because I can.
