Ibiza Here I Come

Where does the bloody week go!? Lo and behold, it's Friday, I'm so hungover it feels like someone is tap dancing all over my stomach in a pair of stilletos and I've had to suffer a woeful case of bubble guts all day...ugh! On top of that, I had to stagger out of bed before 7am (woe betide me) to pack my bags. Yes despite shooting out the gate with a flying start earlier this week, I actually packed this morning. I had enough clothes for a month and I've managed to whittle it down to about 1.5 to 2 weeks of clothes. I couldn't decide what to wear for the wedding so I have 3 outfits, I didn't have time to see if my boobs still fit in every bikini and whether my booty has grown any further so I took all of the bikinis, plus countless other 'essential' items.

Everyone thinks I'm going raving - I swear I intend to behave myself and only have 2 or 3 nights of going wild, but I am going with the gang from Dublin so who knows how much trouble we'll cause. These are my university friends from Dublin - FiFi, the bride to be, Beaver - tomboy extraordinaire and bossy boots and Cass - my partying buddy and partner in crime. Last time we all went away together was 7 years ago for two weeks in Turkey.

We were known by all the locals as The Spice Girls...I had to be Black Spice...original....
I was known as a trouble maker for taking the piss out of the locals - eg. One of the waiters would give massages to customers and when he did it to me, I made screaming noises and claimed he'd cracked a bone in my neck....
Because two of the girls had fellas in and out of our apartments, the manager told us that we were known as the 'whores' - cheeky bastard...
For revenge Cass and I got blind drunk, stood on the tables and sang opera for more than two hours....
We have a picture of Cass throwing up in the pot...
We discovered that I fit in a suitcase...
We used to practically beat the shit out of each other to get in the bathroom because we had such bad stomachs...
I had an 'attack' whilst out getting drunk and I had to rush from the dancefloor, run down the stairs, out to the side, up the stairs, across a room, down the stairs and thump the door to be let into the toilet. Let's just say that it was like that horrendous moment in Dumb and Dumber...
I bumped in to the fella I pulled on the holiday when I found out he worked two floors below me. Jaysus...talk about avoidance!


OK Peeps! I hope to do one update whilst I'm away. I guarantee that it's going to be nuts! Have a great week

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