Friday 27th May
I passed out in bed at 1am after that rum, didn't realise how drunk i actually was. I wake up and look at the clock, it reads 04.00. Are you kidding? My head is banging and i notice Andy along with a pillow are missing from the bed. I pop to the bathroom and peek through the gap in the door where i notice Andy asleep on the sofa, stretched out and his legs hanging over the end of it. I figured i was probably snoring.
5am
6am
8am. I'm up. Moody and tired, shower time. Once I'm dressed i notice Andy looking very moodily at me with his lack of sleep. All evidence of the ash cloud on the news seems to have disappeared and we start to think that we imagined it. We check out by 10am, make our way to the airport but also needing to fill the car tank up en route. Diesel drips in, Andy says to Lynda 'thats weird, the nozzle doesn't fit?'...
PETROL, this car needs PETROL.....Lynda and Andy panic whilst i register all this so i can write it down later, meaning you can read it. Lynda goes in to pay and on her way out the automatic doors close on her. Disaster no. 2. Me and Andy laugh and notice the door the the station now doesn't shut properly after squashing Lynda, so on that note we make a sharp exit with our fingers crossed that we haven't fucked the engine as well as the petrol station door.
We Made it to the airport, the car too. We check in our bags, grab meal number 2 at Burger King (chicken royale to you Bk eaters) then head to gate c to board our plane. I have the window seat, Andy in the middle leaving Lynda in the aisle seat again. I fell asleep and Andy being mean has photographic evidence of how attractive i look whilst sleeping. Our plane descends 2 hours and a half later, no ear bust ups or panic attacks this time, phew.
Lynda and Andy make a toilet stop whilst i head to the baggage reclaim point, mine is the 2nd one on the conveyor belt, winner winner chicken dinner. Andy and Lynda join me several minutes later and so do their bags. Bob picks us up in his Mercedes and we all head back to Wickwar where they live and where Andy has left his car. Once we arrive in the Muldoon household Lynda make us tuna, mayo and sweetcorn sandwiches which are flush down with a cuppa.We say our goodbye and head back to my house in Bristol where Andy drops me off as he needs to go to a shop which closes in half an hour (6pm). I run up my pathway and wispa starts barking.
Brilliant. No one is home and i am key less....i knock some more. Affirmative, NO ONE HOME and Wispa hasn't worked out how to open the stair gate yet. Luckily my sister Vicky lives four doors away and she has a spare key, luckily she is home and so I'm finally in my house! I'm greeted by a dribbling, hair shedding golden Labrador. Home. It's 9pm, i am now finally showered, Andy is at his friend Toms house and my Grandma is downstairs who is staying with us for a couple of days whilst she visit from Mauritius (My dads mum). I am sat on a brand new bed which was a lovely surprise from my parents, I'll sleep well tonight.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Day 6: Last full day. No sun, spot of rain =(
Thursday 26th May
9am is what the digital clock reads, i decide to lie there in bed a little longer. I notice there isn't much light creeping through the curtains and so i have a bad feeling its a horrid day out there. I roll out of bed and make my way into the bathroom to sort my face out (wash, brush teeth, mouthwash etc...you know the drill.) Quietly open the door and shut it softly behind me and i notice a note on the sofa that Lynda has left me to say she has popped out for a wee while to attend a meeting.
I sat outside with Lynda after she came back but 4 Matisyahu songs later we feel drops of rain, so we are now back inside. I've packed a few things away into my suitcase already for our flight home tomorrow which departs at 13.20, and we need to check out of the hotel by 10am so I'm getting this done now to save the stress of waking up early to do it.
10.30pm, wow I've got a lot to write, no idea where to start or if it'll be in the right order. We spoke to Elaine Mann and her husband Jerry. Elaine is okay, turns out Jerry seems a nice chap now he's managed to get a few words in. They are quite pleasant, it's been nice to meet them and we've learnt a few good holiday tips from them so i was too quick on judging them earlier, i will get better at my judgement of people, i don't want to be that person and so i refuse to be.
Anyway, the three of us are now back at the hotel after eating our last meal in the Arte Cafe Bar.
De EEEEE Licious
Me and Andy ordered the mixed grill which consisted of rack of lamb, beef fillet, pork fillet and veg with a cranberry gravy. Lynda had the rack of ribs with a salad and baked potato. Our plates were empty with just the bones remaining (the welsh waiter jokingly insisted that we licked the plates) He happily topped mine and Lynda's wine glasses throughout and i drank like a fish. All three of us ordered the same desserts -chocolate brownies with ice cream, empty plates again. The welsh chap asked us if the food was terrible, we laughed and agreed. We settled the bill, left a great tip and made our final journey back to the hotel. We packed a few more wee bits away (wee? its catching..)Lynda is now sat with a cup of tea, Andy a Bud and me, my final rum. I've packed away Mr Captain Morgan, we are all now in deep conversation, until next time!
PS. I miss being able to shuffle a deck of cards.
9am is what the digital clock reads, i decide to lie there in bed a little longer. I notice there isn't much light creeping through the curtains and so i have a bad feeling its a horrid day out there. I roll out of bed and make my way into the bathroom to sort my face out (wash, brush teeth, mouthwash etc...you know the drill.) Quietly open the door and shut it softly behind me and i notice a note on the sofa that Lynda has left me to say she has popped out for a wee while to attend a meeting.
I sat outside with Lynda after she came back but 4 Matisyahu songs later we feel drops of rain, so we are now back inside. I've packed a few things away into my suitcase already for our flight home tomorrow which departs at 13.20, and we need to check out of the hotel by 10am so I'm getting this done now to save the stress of waking up early to do it.
10.30pm, wow I've got a lot to write, no idea where to start or if it'll be in the right order. We spoke to Elaine Mann and her husband Jerry. Elaine is okay, turns out Jerry seems a nice chap now he's managed to get a few words in. They are quite pleasant, it's been nice to meet them and we've learnt a few good holiday tips from them so i was too quick on judging them earlier, i will get better at my judgement of people, i don't want to be that person and so i refuse to be.
Anyway, the three of us are now back at the hotel after eating our last meal in the Arte Cafe Bar.
De EEEEE Licious
Me and Andy ordered the mixed grill which consisted of rack of lamb, beef fillet, pork fillet and veg with a cranberry gravy. Lynda had the rack of ribs with a salad and baked potato. Our plates were empty with just the bones remaining (the welsh waiter jokingly insisted that we licked the plates) He happily topped mine and Lynda's wine glasses throughout and i drank like a fish. All three of us ordered the same desserts -chocolate brownies with ice cream, empty plates again. The welsh chap asked us if the food was terrible, we laughed and agreed. We settled the bill, left a great tip and made our final journey back to the hotel. We packed a few more wee bits away (wee? its catching..)Lynda is now sat with a cup of tea, Andy a Bud and me, my final rum. I've packed away Mr Captain Morgan, we are all now in deep conversation, until next time!
PS. I miss being able to shuffle a deck of cards.
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| my mixed grill. |
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| our choc brownies! |
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| Bye beautiful wine. |
Day 5; Sun Beautiful sun
Wednesday 25th May
I wake up at 10am, put the bikini on and join Lynda in the sun. Anyone want to go on holiday? You're paying.
I read some more of my book, spoke to Lynda about how much we were enjoying this holiday and then decided we would have some grapefruit for breakfast.
Yum.
Andy joins us for a bake in the sun, hours later we all dip into the pool where i swam like Nemo. I've not written much today! So update....we are now back in the hotel after a good few hours in the pool and in the sun. We ate at 'Le Bistrot Suisse' earlier, me and Lynda ordered the pork loin fillet with chips and veg and Andy ordered Fillet of Beef with chips and veg. Our plates were pretty empty, we settled the bill and left a nice tip.
Its been an amazing holiday, today has been the most hilarious. I'm currently laughing whilst writing this, I've spoken to Lynda about various things and we managed to work our way through a bottle and a half of white wine. I did not realise how much i was 'under the influence'. We came across the Scottish couple earlier too whilst me and Lynda sipped on our wine. We spoke to them about books, restaurants, holidays and photography. Me and Elaine exchanged business cards, she seems lovely in small doses. I know in time whether or not I'll regret the business card handover decision.
Rum.
I wake up at 10am, put the bikini on and join Lynda in the sun. Anyone want to go on holiday? You're paying.
I read some more of my book, spoke to Lynda about how much we were enjoying this holiday and then decided we would have some grapefruit for breakfast.
Yum.
Andy joins us for a bake in the sun, hours later we all dip into the pool where i swam like Nemo. I've not written much today! So update....we are now back in the hotel after a good few hours in the pool and in the sun. We ate at 'Le Bistrot Suisse' earlier, me and Lynda ordered the pork loin fillet with chips and veg and Andy ordered Fillet of Beef with chips and veg. Our plates were pretty empty, we settled the bill and left a nice tip.
Its been an amazing holiday, today has been the most hilarious. I'm currently laughing whilst writing this, I've spoken to Lynda about various things and we managed to work our way through a bottle and a half of white wine. I did not realise how much i was 'under the influence'. We came across the Scottish couple earlier too whilst me and Lynda sipped on our wine. We spoke to them about books, restaurants, holidays and photography. Me and Elaine exchanged business cards, she seems lovely in small doses. I know in time whether or not I'll regret the business card handover decision.
Rum.
Day 4 LAWNMOWER
Tuesday 24th may
LOUD NOISES. What the HELL is that noise? I look at the time, 9am and i peek through the blackout curtains where i see two men about the grounds near the pool. One of the men has a lawnmower and a loud one at that, the other has a leaf blower which he uses right outside our sliding doors to blow away any remaining grass off the patio. Not impressed but I'm up now so i join Lynda on the sofa and we wait until the men have finished until we go outside.
It's now past midday and I'm full on sweating out. It's Bob's birthday today so tonight we will toast our drinks to him whilst he's back in rainy England.
11.20pm. Me and Andy are watching 2 pints of lager and a packet of crisps. All 3 of us ate in a restaurant earlier called the 'arte cafe bar' which had been recommended to Lynda by one of her neighbours back home, and a bloody good recommendation it was. It had a small handful of staff and only sat about 25 people. The manager was a short Welsh chap who spoke fluent Spanish whilst maintaining his Welsh charm.
The Spanish waitress took our drink orders, 2 diet cokes and a fanta; standard. I look at the menu, top of the list reads 'New Zealand rack of lamb, sauteed potato and veg on a bed of mint gravy' I skim over the rest of the menu but all i have on my mind is the lamb, i wipe away my dribble and decide on that. Andy and Lynda both order the crab fish cakes. The food arrives
WOW, it's beautifully presented and as always i can't touch it until i have of course taken a photo.
Best meal yet.
Unfortunately Andy and Lynda are allergic to onions and there appears to be a ton of them within their crab cakes which they are forced to leave unfinished. The chef looks over and realises they've left a lot on their plates so asks if everything was okay, Lynda explains and he carries on cooking. I'm still eating do decide to let them both try my lamb, they agree with me on how tasty it is.......moments later the welsh chap sets down a dish in between Lynda and Andy saying "try this, no onions promise." Full rack of ribs, potato wedges and a side salad. We are all very surprised, i still am. I honestly can't believe they did that, not only was it very thoughtful but that dish is also 17 euros! You don't get that kind of service in the UK. We all decide we want this to be the restaurant we revisit on our last night so we reserve a table for Thursday 26th May at 8pm. We pay the bill, leave a nice tip and head back to the hotel once again.
See you on Thursday Arte Cafe.
LOUD NOISES. What the HELL is that noise? I look at the time, 9am and i peek through the blackout curtains where i see two men about the grounds near the pool. One of the men has a lawnmower and a loud one at that, the other has a leaf blower which he uses right outside our sliding doors to blow away any remaining grass off the patio. Not impressed but I'm up now so i join Lynda on the sofa and we wait until the men have finished until we go outside.
It's now past midday and I'm full on sweating out. It's Bob's birthday today so tonight we will toast our drinks to him whilst he's back in rainy England.
11.20pm. Me and Andy are watching 2 pints of lager and a packet of crisps. All 3 of us ate in a restaurant earlier called the 'arte cafe bar' which had been recommended to Lynda by one of her neighbours back home, and a bloody good recommendation it was. It had a small handful of staff and only sat about 25 people. The manager was a short Welsh chap who spoke fluent Spanish whilst maintaining his Welsh charm.
The Spanish waitress took our drink orders, 2 diet cokes and a fanta; standard. I look at the menu, top of the list reads 'New Zealand rack of lamb, sauteed potato and veg on a bed of mint gravy' I skim over the rest of the menu but all i have on my mind is the lamb, i wipe away my dribble and decide on that. Andy and Lynda both order the crab fish cakes. The food arrives
WOW, it's beautifully presented and as always i can't touch it until i have of course taken a photo.
Best meal yet.
Unfortunately Andy and Lynda are allergic to onions and there appears to be a ton of them within their crab cakes which they are forced to leave unfinished. The chef looks over and realises they've left a lot on their plates so asks if everything was okay, Lynda explains and he carries on cooking. I'm still eating do decide to let them both try my lamb, they agree with me on how tasty it is.......moments later the welsh chap sets down a dish in between Lynda and Andy saying "try this, no onions promise." Full rack of ribs, potato wedges and a side salad. We are all very surprised, i still am. I honestly can't believe they did that, not only was it very thoughtful but that dish is also 17 euros! You don't get that kind of service in the UK. We all decide we want this to be the restaurant we revisit on our last night so we reserve a table for Thursday 26th May at 8pm. We pay the bill, leave a nice tip and head back to the hotel once again.
See you on Thursday Arte Cafe.
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| My new zealand rack of lamb |
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| Andy's onion crab cakes |
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| got any more? |
Day 3: Lemsip 'o clock
Monday "3rd May
I wake up around 10.30am and put on the kettle to sort myself out with a lemsip. Despite my short nature i am still producing snot like a machine. I put my bikini and board shorts on and join Lynda in the sun.
It's now about 2pm, I have a bud in my right hand....I'll write later, this shit is just too good.
8.30pm, watching the news and there is a volcano that has erupted in Iceland which happened last year, but it might mean our flight on Friday gets cancelled and we'll be stuck here; what a shame. I have my rum & coke next to me whilst i listen to the disruption the volcano ash has caused and is going to cause.
We ate at a fish restaurant earlier for dinner called 'Merendero Cristina'. Beautiful; nothing so far has beaten the sound of waves crashing against rocks whilst eating dinner with the sun setting over the mountains in the distance.
Anyway, this rum needs to enter the tum x.
I wake up around 10.30am and put on the kettle to sort myself out with a lemsip. Despite my short nature i am still producing snot like a machine. I put my bikini and board shorts on and join Lynda in the sun.
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| holiday essentials |
8.30pm, watching the news and there is a volcano that has erupted in Iceland which happened last year, but it might mean our flight on Friday gets cancelled and we'll be stuck here; what a shame. I have my rum & coke next to me whilst i listen to the disruption the volcano ash has caused and is going to cause.We ate at a fish restaurant earlier for dinner called 'Merendero Cristina'. Beautiful; nothing so far has beaten the sound of waves crashing against rocks whilst eating dinner with the sun setting over the mountains in the distance.
Anyway, this rum needs to enter the tum x.
Day 2: Blackout curtains
Sunday 22nd may
I wake up and look at the digital clock radio sat beside the bed and it reads 2.21!!! It's evident the blackout curtains have certainly done their job and me and Andy have slept through the best past of the day. I tiptoe out of the room so i don't wake up Andy, head out onto the balcony where the sun is shining brightly and notice Lynda in the sun eating her breakfast. I ask her what the time is hoping it's not any later...turns out its 9.45am, phew that's a bit better. I wash my face, brush my teeth and whack on my bikini to join Lynda. Andy wakes up about forty minutes later and joins us on the sunbeds.
It's now 1.10pm, Andy is lying in the sun in the hope to get a tan, Lynda is clearing away our dishes after sorting a delicious lunch...and me? Well I'm obviously sat here writing this whilst listening to my friend Rosie Garrard singing some sweet tunes through my MP3 player. Right now though I'm going to put the pen down and put Andy and Lynda to shame on how quickly i tan, i give it twenty minutes seeing as I'm quite naturally tanned anyway.
Its official, i tan super fast; I'm a freak. I went into the pool for a bit with Andy and Lynda. We spoke to a Scottish couple called Elaine and Jerry. They spoke to us about the day before we arrived how there had been a great big thunderstorm, and how they had never seen anything like it that the hotels were out of power for quite a while. We obviously came at a good time. I've been lying in the sun a few hours now and I'm listening to my MP3 on shuffle mode. It has gone from Rise Against to Incured (the band i used to be part of) It made me reminisce like crazy. I miss drumming and we had some pretty sweet tracks, can i upload them on here? If i can I'll share the love with you.
Lynda rang the car hire company about 3pm due to the air con constantly blowing out hot air, which when your car has been sat in 30 degree heat for several hours is not pleasant to sit in. The car company decided to swap the cars over but we had to drive to the airport and they would refund us the full tank of petrol once we depart on Friday. Andy drove us back to the airport, he jokes to the man "any Ferrari's?" no luck there. He hands the keys back for the ford focus and in return we get keys to an A Class Mercedes, hells yeah. Andy was so looking forward to driving this beauty. On our way back to the hotel we stop off at a restaurant for some dinner. We went to a Chinese restaurant called "Slow Boat" which the Scottish couple in the pool from earlier had recommended.
Be A Utiful.
Yeah, simply beautiful, we ordered 2 diet cokes and 1 fanta to drink, for for 'set menu a for 3 people 35euros)
Chicken and sweetcorn soup
Spare ribs
Chicken and mushroom curry
Beef in a black bean sauce
Egg fried rice.
I pretty much demolished everything i plated up. Man i love food, the gym will be needed greatly once I'm back home, but for now. Fuck it.
After the plates were cleared away the Chinese waitress hands us the bill and offers us some drinks on the house. I hesitate at first, look to my left at Lynda and notice both our faces light up when the waitress says Baileys.
Free Baileys? Nice tip for you.
We stroll back to the car. We are now back in the apartment, Lynda is finishing off her gin and tonic and heads to bed. Andy places his desperado's down on the glass plated table and i, well i finished my rum and coke many words ago. Night x.
I wake up and look at the digital clock radio sat beside the bed and it reads 2.21!!! It's evident the blackout curtains have certainly done their job and me and Andy have slept through the best past of the day. I tiptoe out of the room so i don't wake up Andy, head out onto the balcony where the sun is shining brightly and notice Lynda in the sun eating her breakfast. I ask her what the time is hoping it's not any later...turns out its 9.45am, phew that's a bit better. I wash my face, brush my teeth and whack on my bikini to join Lynda. Andy wakes up about forty minutes later and joins us on the sunbeds.
It's now 1.10pm, Andy is lying in the sun in the hope to get a tan, Lynda is clearing away our dishes after sorting a delicious lunch...and me? Well I'm obviously sat here writing this whilst listening to my friend Rosie Garrard singing some sweet tunes through my MP3 player. Right now though I'm going to put the pen down and put Andy and Lynda to shame on how quickly i tan, i give it twenty minutes seeing as I'm quite naturally tanned anyway.
Its official, i tan super fast; I'm a freak. I went into the pool for a bit with Andy and Lynda. We spoke to a Scottish couple called Elaine and Jerry. They spoke to us about the day before we arrived how there had been a great big thunderstorm, and how they had never seen anything like it that the hotels were out of power for quite a while. We obviously came at a good time. I've been lying in the sun a few hours now and I'm listening to my MP3 on shuffle mode. It has gone from Rise Against to Incured (the band i used to be part of) It made me reminisce like crazy. I miss drumming and we had some pretty sweet tracks, can i upload them on here? If i can I'll share the love with you.
Lynda rang the car hire company about 3pm due to the air con constantly blowing out hot air, which when your car has been sat in 30 degree heat for several hours is not pleasant to sit in. The car company decided to swap the cars over but we had to drive to the airport and they would refund us the full tank of petrol once we depart on Friday. Andy drove us back to the airport, he jokes to the man "any Ferrari's?" no luck there. He hands the keys back for the ford focus and in return we get keys to an A Class Mercedes, hells yeah. Andy was so looking forward to driving this beauty. On our way back to the hotel we stop off at a restaurant for some dinner. We went to a Chinese restaurant called "Slow Boat" which the Scottish couple in the pool from earlier had recommended.Be A Utiful.
Yeah, simply beautiful, we ordered 2 diet cokes and 1 fanta to drink, for for 'set menu a for 3 people 35euros)
Chicken and sweetcorn soup
Spare ribs
Chicken and mushroom curry
Beef in a black bean sauce
Egg fried rice.
I pretty much demolished everything i plated up. Man i love food, the gym will be needed greatly once I'm back home, but for now. Fuck it.
After the plates were cleared away the Chinese waitress hands us the bill and offers us some drinks on the house. I hesitate at first, look to my left at Lynda and notice both our faces light up when the waitress says Baileys.
Free Baileys? Nice tip for you.
We stroll back to the car. We are now back in the apartment, Lynda is finishing off her gin and tonic and heads to bed. Andy places his desperado's down on the glass plated table and i, well i finished my rum and coke many words ago. Night x.
First Day
Saturday 21st May
I woke up and Lynda wasn't in the apartment, 10 minutes later she came to tell me we were moving rooms for the fourth floor down to the ground as she has a problem with her hips and its not going to do any favours climbing up and down those stairs daily. Me and Andy were happy enough to move and so we grabbed our things and headed down to room 4a. Perfect, so much better, we open the patio doors and we're about 6 steps from the pool!.
So we had brunch at a little cafe next to the hotel. I ordered a cheese omelet baguette and a diet coke. The three of us spoke about how lovely everyone in this area seemed to be so far. Once we finished off our food, we walked the handful of steps back to the hotel, we walked past the heated outdoor pool and set to unpack a few things within our apartment. That didn't take too long but by now we were all starting to get really thirsty so we made way to the nearby large supermarket to get essentials to last a week. My basket consisted of crisps, oreos and Captain Morgan's Rum.
We finished shopping...a good HOUR later, it was a big supermarket (that's my excuse). Once we had loaded the car up we made our way back to the hotel. With all the roads looking alike and Lynda telling Andy the wrong turn offs we make our way back a good forty minutes later. Exhaustion settles in once back at the hotel so we all sit out in the sun to soak up on some rays. Andy went off into the pool whist me and Lynda started to put the shopping away. We leave our balcony door open and sit speaking about our plan for the night, we shower and get ready to start exploring.
After walking up and down the busy strip of restaurants we scope out the places that looks most popular and decided to settle in a restaurant called "Little India" (this choice was mutual, me because it smell nice, Andy because he fancied eating an Indian and Lynda because the decor attracted her.)
All 3 of us ordered a chicken korma and pilau rice (adventurous i know). It smelt delicious, i managed to finish mine whilst Andy and Lynda left a small amount on their plates. They cleared our plates away and they bring the bill over with 3 small glasses full of desert wine, wow it was quite strong. The Indian waiter notices our expressions and brings over the 'original' version of the drink which Andy finished but it wasn't something i could finish after demolishing all that food. We left a nice little tip for the guy and set off on our walk back. Our hotel is part of the Crown Resorts, which means there are several different blocks of hotels dotted around nearby. We walk past Club Marbella and look down the road we need to walk to get to Club Calahonda (our hotel) with it being dark now, and there being one streetlight we decide to look at Club Marbella to see if their mini bus is still running. Just as we look its pulling out and around the roundabout so we flag it down, the young chap who is just a food porter was kind enough to give us a lift. We sat in front of the TV, Lynda with a cup of black tea whilst me and Andy both sip on lemsips. 12.30am Bed time.
I woke up and Lynda wasn't in the apartment, 10 minutes later she came to tell me we were moving rooms for the fourth floor down to the ground as she has a problem with her hips and its not going to do any favours climbing up and down those stairs daily. Me and Andy were happy enough to move and so we grabbed our things and headed down to room 4a. Perfect, so much better, we open the patio doors and we're about 6 steps from the pool!.
So we had brunch at a little cafe next to the hotel. I ordered a cheese omelet baguette and a diet coke. The three of us spoke about how lovely everyone in this area seemed to be so far. Once we finished off our food, we walked the handful of steps back to the hotel, we walked past the heated outdoor pool and set to unpack a few things within our apartment. That didn't take too long but by now we were all starting to get really thirsty so we made way to the nearby large supermarket to get essentials to last a week. My basket consisted of crisps, oreos and Captain Morgan's Rum.
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| my oreos werent discovered yet. |
We finished shopping...a good HOUR later, it was a big supermarket (that's my excuse). Once we had loaded the car up we made our way back to the hotel. With all the roads looking alike and Lynda telling Andy the wrong turn offs we make our way back a good forty minutes later. Exhaustion settles in once back at the hotel so we all sit out in the sun to soak up on some rays. Andy went off into the pool whist me and Lynda started to put the shopping away. We leave our balcony door open and sit speaking about our plan for the night, we shower and get ready to start exploring.
After walking up and down the busy strip of restaurants we scope out the places that looks most popular and decided to settle in a restaurant called "Little India" (this choice was mutual, me because it smell nice, Andy because he fancied eating an Indian and Lynda because the decor attracted her.)
All 3 of us ordered a chicken korma and pilau rice (adventurous i know). It smelt delicious, i managed to finish mine whilst Andy and Lynda left a small amount on their plates. They cleared our plates away and they bring the bill over with 3 small glasses full of desert wine, wow it was quite strong. The Indian waiter notices our expressions and brings over the 'original' version of the drink which Andy finished but it wasn't something i could finish after demolishing all that food. We left a nice little tip for the guy and set off on our walk back. Our hotel is part of the Crown Resorts, which means there are several different blocks of hotels dotted around nearby. We walk past Club Marbella and look down the road we need to walk to get to Club Calahonda (our hotel) with it being dark now, and there being one streetlight we decide to look at Club Marbella to see if their mini bus is still running. Just as we look its pulling out and around the roundabout so we flag it down, the young chap who is just a food porter was kind enough to give us a lift. We sat in front of the TV, Lynda with a cup of black tea whilst me and Andy both sip on lemsips. 12.30am Bed time.
Holiday to Marbella with the Muldoons. Bad start.
Friday 20th May 2011
Just received a phone call from Lynda, bad news...turns out Bob won't be joining us on this holiday due to work commitments.Next time Mr Muldoon.
The drive to the airport was exciting yet awkward. I was excited to go away on holiday due to the last one being in December....but also felt slightly awkward as we knew Bob was very much looking forward to this holiday and he would end up spending his birthday alone whilst we were away.
We all chuckled to ourselves anyway about the fact Andy had packed one odd grey sock (Lynda repacked his stuff into a different suitcase with a built in lock.) Bob dropped us at the drop off point at Bristol Airport, we said our goodbyes and headed inside to get ourselves checked in. We made our way to the departure lounge. First things first though our bags had to be checked; this if anything makes me nervous for no reason other than the fact i almost ALWAYS set off that stupid alarm and have to get searched. I walk through, wow i didn't set it off! Lynda walks through.....the alarm beeps like mad. Me and Andy wait for her to be searched, thoroughly.....Several minutes later they're still searching and i notice myself distracted by the Morgan's Spiced Rum in duty free. £13...nahhh Asda is cheaper I'm sure, and so i decide to return back and wait for Lynda before she discovers i am a rumoholic.
They're still checking her and discover a lump in her back pocket, her mobile. She blushes, collects her things from the conveyor belt and they scan her mobile. I do a few tweaks to my belt after discovering its loose from where i had taken it off to be scanned, once adjusted we head to spot some bargains in duty free.
Moments later we are in the sunglasses department where Andy bags himself a banging pair of bloc aviators at £25. Me and Lynda set off to find some food for the plane whilst Andy logs onto the Internet to sort a few matters back home.
Soho Coffee= bad mistake. They are ridiculously overpriced, so £3.90 for a sandwich and £1.90 for a bottle of water later we find Andy now at a charging point in one of the restaurants. Once sat down we see that our flight has been delayed, but only for 20 minutes.
20 minutes pass and we head through to gate 9 and the lady checks over our passports and boarding passes and filters us through the speedy boarding lane (which we didn't pay for) there were 6 others in this lane. We are the FIRST to board, before the parents with their children, see you later suckers. We walk on board the easyjet plane and sit right at the front. Andy in the window seat, me in the middle and Lynda to the left of me in the aisle seat.
I love taking off, hate landing.
The majority of the flight was spent saying how gutted we were that Bob couldn't make the trip with us. Andy steals my earphones from my bag and listens to the Arsecast on his mobile which is on flight mode, Lynda played her DS whilst i made a start on a book that has been on my shelf for months, so long that I've forgotten who let me borrow it "Hector and the Search for Happiness".
I'm shortly interrupted by a mother moaning that her daughter is going to wet herself if the guy in the toilet doesn't hurry up, he'd been in there seconds, literally. I try not to stare and get back to my book. I close the book...
"CAN YOU HURRY UP MY DAUGHTER IS GOING TO WET HERSELF"
What no please? Half an hour into the flight, she should have gone beforehand, what if this dude is doing a crap how embarrassing for him.
She knocks AGAIN, as if the first three loud knocks weren't enough? Its only been 5minutes by now, the cabin crew attendant tells her to wait and that he has only been in there a few minutes, polite enough. She continues to shout, me, Andy and Lynda can't believe how rude shes being at this point. The guy comes out
"take a look at my daughter shes wet herself thanks to you. It now stinks in here thanks very much."
It doesn't take much to be polite, the guy was in the toilet and you cant expect him to hold his poo so your daughter can do a wee. I would have stayed in there even longer and not flushed just for you grumpy bitch i hope your daughter wets herself again.
Now i don't mind flying, but I've noticed since suffering from a stroke during the decent a plane does in order to land my ears pop to the full extreme. Now don't get me wrong, I've been through shit and i only moan when completely necessary, but man this shit hurts. It especially hurts when you have a cold, and i had a mean cold with a stuffy nose, the snot was taking a vacation there. Its so painful that when i was having chemotherapy and needed to have bone marrow tests i can say that was less painful than my eardrums exploding within my head. As i explain to Andy and Lynda how much pain i was in and why i look like I'm on the verge of crying; i don't think they really understood...yet.
Andy is still recovering from the same cold, its a vicious circle its been 2 weeks and its still not gone away. Andy is now discovering how much pain i was in, he cannot feel his face, hes bright red and its not a good sight seeing him in pain feeling helpless. Meanwhile Lynda has rang the bell for the cabin crew to come and see if there is anything to ease the pain from mine and Andy's ears. The lady brings a plastic cup to Andy which has a tissue inside which has been soaked in Karvol. Andy sniffing away i hear the lady asking if we wanted water, she already handed Andy a full cup alongside the Kavol cup so i was confused and looked at her. I notice Lynda in the corner of my eye who appears to be paler than usual. Turns out she is suffering from her first panic attack in TEN YEARS, seeing her son in agony has obviously triggered it. So whilst I'm in pain, i man up and provide some lame attempt at sympathy for the pair of them.
We were the last off, we figured it would be better for Lynda to stop shaking and breathing into a sick bag before we stood up. First on, last off.
We thank all the crew for their kindness and head to collect our luggage. Four bags in and the next 3 are ours, score! We head downstairs where Lynda and Andy sign papers for the hire car, then we head to the car park to find it,after looking on the wrong level we get back in the lift and find our car parked in bay 84!
Andy is the designated driver for the holiday, its not about 00.20 and Spain have a serious lack of streetlights, or any light source to make their highway safe. We take the wrong exit and end up paying two toll fees. We go back on ourselves and eventually find the hotel.
One of the members of staff takes us from Club Marbella down to Club Calahonda which sits closer to the seafront. Four flights of stairs, my arm hurts but the apartment is sweet. The balcony looks out onto the sea and the moonlight reflecting off the water loos simply beautiful. We go to our rooms to sleep, unfortunately i didn't sleep too well so I'm up at 8am writing this all whilst its still fresh in my mind, its now Saturday the 21st May. Forecast for the week lows of 27'c and highs of 35'c
SWEET.
Just received a phone call from Lynda, bad news...turns out Bob won't be joining us on this holiday due to work commitments.Next time Mr Muldoon.
The drive to the airport was exciting yet awkward. I was excited to go away on holiday due to the last one being in December....but also felt slightly awkward as we knew Bob was very much looking forward to this holiday and he would end up spending his birthday alone whilst we were away.
We all chuckled to ourselves anyway about the fact Andy had packed one odd grey sock (Lynda repacked his stuff into a different suitcase with a built in lock.) Bob dropped us at the drop off point at Bristol Airport, we said our goodbyes and headed inside to get ourselves checked in. We made our way to the departure lounge. First things first though our bags had to be checked; this if anything makes me nervous for no reason other than the fact i almost ALWAYS set off that stupid alarm and have to get searched. I walk through, wow i didn't set it off! Lynda walks through.....the alarm beeps like mad. Me and Andy wait for her to be searched, thoroughly.....Several minutes later they're still searching and i notice myself distracted by the Morgan's Spiced Rum in duty free. £13...nahhh Asda is cheaper I'm sure, and so i decide to return back and wait for Lynda before she discovers i am a rumoholic.
They're still checking her and discover a lump in her back pocket, her mobile. She blushes, collects her things from the conveyor belt and they scan her mobile. I do a few tweaks to my belt after discovering its loose from where i had taken it off to be scanned, once adjusted we head to spot some bargains in duty free.
Moments later we are in the sunglasses department where Andy bags himself a banging pair of bloc aviators at £25. Me and Lynda set off to find some food for the plane whilst Andy logs onto the Internet to sort a few matters back home.
Soho Coffee= bad mistake. They are ridiculously overpriced, so £3.90 for a sandwich and £1.90 for a bottle of water later we find Andy now at a charging point in one of the restaurants. Once sat down we see that our flight has been delayed, but only for 20 minutes.
20 minutes pass and we head through to gate 9 and the lady checks over our passports and boarding passes and filters us through the speedy boarding lane (which we didn't pay for) there were 6 others in this lane. We are the FIRST to board, before the parents with their children, see you later suckers. We walk on board the easyjet plane and sit right at the front. Andy in the window seat, me in the middle and Lynda to the left of me in the aisle seat.
I love taking off, hate landing.
The majority of the flight was spent saying how gutted we were that Bob couldn't make the trip with us. Andy steals my earphones from my bag and listens to the Arsecast on his mobile which is on flight mode, Lynda played her DS whilst i made a start on a book that has been on my shelf for months, so long that I've forgotten who let me borrow it "Hector and the Search for Happiness".
I'm shortly interrupted by a mother moaning that her daughter is going to wet herself if the guy in the toilet doesn't hurry up, he'd been in there seconds, literally. I try not to stare and get back to my book. I close the book...
"CAN YOU HURRY UP MY DAUGHTER IS GOING TO WET HERSELF"
What no please? Half an hour into the flight, she should have gone beforehand, what if this dude is doing a crap how embarrassing for him.
She knocks AGAIN, as if the first three loud knocks weren't enough? Its only been 5minutes by now, the cabin crew attendant tells her to wait and that he has only been in there a few minutes, polite enough. She continues to shout, me, Andy and Lynda can't believe how rude shes being at this point. The guy comes out
"take a look at my daughter shes wet herself thanks to you. It now stinks in here thanks very much."
It doesn't take much to be polite, the guy was in the toilet and you cant expect him to hold his poo so your daughter can do a wee. I would have stayed in there even longer and not flushed just for you grumpy bitch i hope your daughter wets herself again.
Now i don't mind flying, but I've noticed since suffering from a stroke during the decent a plane does in order to land my ears pop to the full extreme. Now don't get me wrong, I've been through shit and i only moan when completely necessary, but man this shit hurts. It especially hurts when you have a cold, and i had a mean cold with a stuffy nose, the snot was taking a vacation there. Its so painful that when i was having chemotherapy and needed to have bone marrow tests i can say that was less painful than my eardrums exploding within my head. As i explain to Andy and Lynda how much pain i was in and why i look like I'm on the verge of crying; i don't think they really understood...yet.
Andy is still recovering from the same cold, its a vicious circle its been 2 weeks and its still not gone away. Andy is now discovering how much pain i was in, he cannot feel his face, hes bright red and its not a good sight seeing him in pain feeling helpless. Meanwhile Lynda has rang the bell for the cabin crew to come and see if there is anything to ease the pain from mine and Andy's ears. The lady brings a plastic cup to Andy which has a tissue inside which has been soaked in Karvol. Andy sniffing away i hear the lady asking if we wanted water, she already handed Andy a full cup alongside the Kavol cup so i was confused and looked at her. I notice Lynda in the corner of my eye who appears to be paler than usual. Turns out she is suffering from her first panic attack in TEN YEARS, seeing her son in agony has obviously triggered it. So whilst I'm in pain, i man up and provide some lame attempt at sympathy for the pair of them.
We were the last off, we figured it would be better for Lynda to stop shaking and breathing into a sick bag before we stood up. First on, last off.
We thank all the crew for their kindness and head to collect our luggage. Four bags in and the next 3 are ours, score! We head downstairs where Lynda and Andy sign papers for the hire car, then we head to the car park to find it,after looking on the wrong level we get back in the lift and find our car parked in bay 84!
Andy is the designated driver for the holiday, its not about 00.20 and Spain have a serious lack of streetlights, or any light source to make their highway safe. We take the wrong exit and end up paying two toll fees. We go back on ourselves and eventually find the hotel.
One of the members of staff takes us from Club Marbella down to Club Calahonda which sits closer to the seafront. Four flights of stairs, my arm hurts but the apartment is sweet. The balcony looks out onto the sea and the moonlight reflecting off the water loos simply beautiful. We go to our rooms to sleep, unfortunately i didn't sleep too well so I'm up at 8am writing this all whilst its still fresh in my mind, its now Saturday the 21st May. Forecast for the week lows of 27'c and highs of 35'c
SWEET.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Holiday with the Muldoon family.
I'm off on holiday tomorrow with my boyfriend Andy and his parents Lynda and Bob. There is something deeply exciting about being in an airport for me; there is a real vibe and strange atmosphere about the place. I like to people watch and listen in on people’s conversations, and then I lose interest and almost always end up looking at sunglasses with Andy. Despite how great I look in Oakley sunglasses I have a terrible eyesight, and cannot see through the lenses. Due to not being able to wear contact lenses any more I am subject to not owning a pair of sexy Oakley shades. One day.
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| I'm not usually this crap at packing. |
I spent a good 3-4 hours packing yesterday, I played some tunes through the laptop which ended in me parading about my room thinking I was famous. Rise Against was not a good choice to chill and pack to, so I moved onto Lost Prophets. Reminiscing and getting distracted by facebook, after about two and a half hours I decided to stop the music and attempt to actually pack. I finally packed but I am fearful as to when we arrive in Spain that I have not packed anything useful. I have definitely packed pants and my camera, essentials.
Right about now I should be in the shower after a sweaty run this morning with my sister as we train for the Race For Life event happening in July. I however am not, thus making this blog potentially a bad idea.
Andy is at work in London as I type, I need to get a few things together, do some Open University work which I will need a great deal of catching up on, get some euros and last minute things from Tesco.
Shower first.
3 Pearts, 3 days.
Tuesday 10th May – Thursday 12th May 2011
Excitement.
(Warning: This is LONG. I started writing this at 00.30 it is now 01.27, make that 01.50…and ive finally finished at 2.40, wow bed.)
My friend Ali lives in Portsmouth and she is too god damn cool that I could probably write a story about her, but I wont because lets face it ,it’s about 1.00am and I’ve gotta get up in 7 hours for a run.
I met Ali at Glastonbury festival in 2008 through Clic Sargent Charity. I didn’t know anyone, which was the case for most of us. Whilst on the mini bus collecting people on the drive from Bristol to Glastonbury I remember hearing a Canadian accent and Ali talking about where she was from. I remember turning around in excitement like a child in a pic ‘n mix shop saying “YOURE CANADIAN?!” No shit Sherlock. Ali confirmed she was indeed Canadian, and we carried on talking about her skiing and how excited she was about the festival. We kept in touch through facebook, meeting up occasionally and boom. Before we know it we’re at another festival together! This time Beachbreak 2010, I hadn’t known about this one it was in fact Ali who told Phil Day about asking me to go, and I'm so happy that she did. Drunken foolery was had, meet and greets a many, bbqs and general great memories. So that’s a brief description on how I met Ali.
Ali has two brothers – Julian (Jules) and Aaron (Gay boys neither of them actually gay, it’s just how I roll. I'm not in any means homophobic) turns out Ali’s brother Julian studied in Bristol (where I live and have always lived) and now currently lives here himself. I see him occasionally, and he visits me when I'm working in Boots on my Saturday shift. Ali’s eldest bro Aaron lives in Whistler, BC and was in England visiting for two weeks. They came to Bristol to stay with Jules from Monday 9th until Thursday 12th and of course due to not seeing Ali as much as id like, and wanting to meet her gay of a bro I was all over that shit. Jules had to work on Tuesday, so it was settled I was crashing at Jules on the Tues & Weds, just to make my life easier and to get the most out of the trio being together.
Seeing as Jules had to work on the Tuesday I’d said to Ali I’d get to them about midday, chill for a little while before heading into town to meet Nikki for our Pizza Hut lunch. I arrived shortly after midday with more bags than the pair of them had put together, and geared with a camera of course. I set down all my stuff in a pile, hugged Aaron who was putting cutlery away and then hugged Ali again who was putting the mountain dew which I had brought over into the fridge. So the three of us sat on Jules’ comfy sofas with a can of dew in our hands and spoke about their Bristol plans. By the time we’d laughed at the top 40 hits on TV we discovered it was about 1.30pm and we had better start leaving to meet Nikki on time for 2pm.
It turns out I do not know Bedminster all too well, and so Aaron lead the way as far as the bridge by dean lane….then I knew where we were, but he knew too so I let his legs stray on while I spoke to Ali about whether or not our friend Olli was going to join us during her stay. When we got to the centre I showed them both the way to Pizza hut. We walked in, 5 minutes later me and Ali decided on where to sit (tough choice) we ordered some cider and beers whilst we were waiting for Nikki. I received a phone call.....
Nikki: “Hey I'm just walking up to pizza hut, where are you?”
Me: “umm no you’re not we’re sat in view of the window”
Nikki: “you Muppet I'm by the one in eastgate, near your house!”
Me: “yeah maybe we should have pinpointed which pizza hut eh?”
Traffic.
We ordered a starter whilst Nikki was stuck in traffic and making her way to the correct Pizza Hut, 15 minutes later HELLO NIKKI. By the time our pizzas came we were all pretty full from picking at the starter and so Aaron decided to get it boxed up and drop it into Jules’ office. Nikki drove us to Jules and then she dropped us off by Cabot Circus. Aaron was keen to see his friend Frankie who works in Molton Brown, and she is lovely. While they caught up it was decided then and there that we were going for drinks in Bedminster and Frankie would join us once she had finished work. Next stop: Disney store, Ali would buy the shop if she could, or just all the mugs. I however was sold by all the toy story stuff. I will own you one day £35 remote control car. After the Disney store we went into Oakley where someone spent some crazy amount of dolla on TWO PAIRS of shorts, but man are they hot. It’s very rare that I go into Oakley and leave empty handed. We quickly popped into the Two Seasons store where we all noticed shorts. CHEAPER shorts. So after a quick glance we left and headed to The Apple.
Lemon Cider.
None of the Pearts had tried this delicious beverage before, and so I ordered 4 of them knowing that Jules had just finished work and was on his way to join us. I think the Cider went down well; Aaron had to finish mine off cause I apparently drink too slowly. We went to the Arnolfini next where Julian works, and its here that I discovered my love of cider was slowly fading again. After a pint there we started heading back to Jules’ to get ready for our pub quiz later that night. Aaron went and had a nap, he says Jet lag, but really he’s just not as rock star as he makes out.
Whilst he napped me and Ali got ready, we were all pretty tired but pumped for this quiz; we were trying to think of an appropriate name, but failed. We arrived at The Lounge where the quiz was being held. Unfortunately the quiz happens on a Monday night and as it was Tuesday there was no quiz happening. Despite that it was a funny night, Frankie joined us (the pretty one who works in Molton Brown) whilst her and Aaron caught up on old times, I got the camera out and started doing what I do best. There are some classics so once I know how maybe ill add some on here for you to see?
Rum. Rum. Rum. Rum
And so we walked back to Jules’ and stuck on Hot Tub Time Machine, I cannot believe Jules has never seen that. Drunken conversations were had, Aaron passed out on the sofa. An hour into the film Aaron woke up and realised where he was, so he packed off to bed. I followed suit and tried not to wake Ali up in the process who I was sharing a bed with. I tripped over her, but luckily did not wake her up despite chuckling to myself.
Wednesday morning: 5am OUCH MY HEAD, now this is not a good hour of the day to wake up with a banging head. There was a serious lack of curtains in this room, and I wake up to the slightest amount of light. So 5am, awake, hung over. Not impressed. So I did the usual log onto facebook and moan about being up so early, awaiting some sort of sympathy. 3 hours later turns out Aaron is awake (facebook geek), so I waited a little while and went downstairs to discover Jules was also awake. I sat with a pint of water, awaiting the kettle to boil. Tea. Bliss.
Jules cooked up beautiful fry up. Despite how amazing it looked, and I imagine tasted, I couldn’t stomach any more than two bites, and so the food was wasted to the bin.
Hangover 1 – 0 Leena.
In spite of this I made another cup of tea, something that actually went down well.
We walked into town, dropped our jackets off at The Arnolfini as it was a hot day and too much effort to have to carry them about all day. We then headed to Lloyds bar for a drink, where I should have been as smart as Ali and NOT got a drink, but instead had a Tutti Frutti Cider calling out to me. Tutti Frutti cider in hand, very sweet not something ill have again. Again another drink Aaron had to finish for me. Jules’ friend met us on his lunch break and so we went to another bar further up past the Watershed. I then decided I could not hit up anymore cider. Rum it is rum it was.
A drink finished.
Jules’ friend had to head back to work, and the four of us Ali, Aaron, Julian and I started walking to the Grain Barge for something to eat and for another drink. Once there we only had 10minutes until they stopped serving food. Knowing I probably still didn’t have an appetite I just ordered some chips, and a Havana & diet coke. I couldn’t finish the chips, and evidently water should be my friend for the day.
Hangover 2 – 0 Leena.
After the barge we got a taxi up to the Avon Gorge Hotel. Beauty at its finest, me and Ali had to go to the bathroom so the guys headed to the bar. Once we let our bladders do some releasing we went to the bar ourselves. Think Leena Think. No rum. Don’t do it.
“Hey you ladies being served”
“Umm can I just get a *notices a bottle of Jack Daniels* orange juice please.”
Hangover 2 – 1 Leena
“Anybody want a peanut” Thanks Ali. Yum.
We all sat outside, me and Aaron perving on girls, Ali eating peanuts and Jules putting together a plan for the night. After our drinks we headed back to town. Another taxi. We picked our jackets up from the Arnolfini and headed back to Jules’place.
It was their dad’s birthday, so whilst they skyped I crashed on one of the sofas. I remember hearing ‘happy birthdays’ so I was partially awake. An hour later I decided sleep was not happening and got up to get ready for our ‘big night out’. Jules cooked a nice pasta bolognese.Went down a treat, finally a meal ive finished!
Hangover 2 - 2 Leena
Once everyone had sorted themselves out for the night I decided the camera was to be left behind due to it being named 'The BIG night out’ I did not want to lose the camera.
First stop: The Old Duke. Jules and Aaron went on to meet some people outside, whilst me, Ali and Olli (we met Olli just as we starting walking to the old duke) went to a cash point. I go to the old duke now and then as my best friend is in a blues/funk band and they play here occasionally. So I hit up the bar, double Captain Morgan’s & diet coke. Once me, Ali and Olli had drinks in our hands we went to join the others outside on a bench. Me and Ali caught up with Olli. Ali and Olli go way back to the school days, I work with Olli and after a short while discovered me and Ali had a mutual friend. Small world and all that.
After a few of us starting shivering we went indoors. Aaron downed his double JD and we headed to the Big Chill Bar. 2 for 1 cocktails, such a good thing I noticed this AFTER ordering sailor jerry’s. My first time in this place, there’s a lot of hype about it and I see why. Its my kind of place, ill be back there for sure. Everyone was deep in conversation, Olli had to head home due to work the next morning, and a few others left. And so it was back to the awesome foursome (that sounds gay). The Big Chill were shutting up and getting last orders in so Jules asked the dude at the bar where to go next.
Excitement.
The SECRET bar.
We headed there, Aaron was off like a rocket, even though he doesn’t know Bristol that well, he pretty much found it (with the help of Jules obviously). There it was. Classified.
A young lady answered the door after we rang the buzzer.
“How many of you?”
“Four”
“Come in and sit just here, ill bring the menus to you”
SWEET. THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT
Nag me all you want, I’m not telling you where this little treasure is.
The well dressed lady came back. She set down a decanter of water (this alone excites me) and then handed each of us a menu in turn. After a long debate of which REAL rum cocktail I was going to get, I asked her for a recommendation, turns out she was gearing towards the one I was going to order
Rhum Conference.
Time flys when you’re having rum
I could easily describe this place in more depth, but to keep this a secret its best you know nothing more than it is breath taking from the moment you walk in. No picture could ever capture its true essence.
After the boys had another drink, I finished the last few sips of mine and discovered that I was yet again in a delicate state. A real nice buzz, Ali also drunk we were talking all kinds of great nonsense. The Secret Bar was now closing, so we paid the bill, Aaron left a heavy tip and spoke to the barmen on our way out. Taxi home. Ali went straight to bed, I grabbed a glass of water and realised the boys were you tubing at a ridiculous hour of 230am. I laughed at a few things and discovered some priceless classics to go home with. On that note I settled to bed.
6.45am are you kidding me? Daylight is not my friend. Ali woke up about half 8, and then we headed downstairs to discover Aaron and Julian were both up. At this point im pretty sure no one has an appetite. A few you tube videos and card games with Ali later, Ali grabs a bowl of shreddies, Aaron two slices of toast and jam whilst me and Jules finish last nights pasta dinner. It went down a treat.
We all continued to play cards, Ali and Aaron packed up and we set off into town to chill on Castle Park before their train at 2.23pm. We spoke about Analtails in the sun, then felt a slight drizzle of rain and before we know it, its time to head to temple meads for them to catch their train.
Cancelled. That’s what their train reads whilst Ali and Aaron grab some snacks for the journey home so I left Jules with the luggage and went to ask someone what was happening and if there was another train they could get. He wasn’t too helpful, so to make him happier I say “I mean its not me getting on the train, but if you say they’re all cancelled I would be pretty happy for them to stay”
Ten minutes later. The train reads on time, so me and Jules say bye (see you SOON) to Ali and Aaron. A few hugs later and they go off to platform 11, which later turns out to change to platform 13. I know that feeling, usually when I go to visit Ali that happens last minute, and lets face it….I can only run so fast being as short as a hobbit.
Ali is only about a 2hour and a half journey away so we really ought to see each other more than we do, but this summer is set to be a busy one for the both of us. I go to Spain tomorrow; she goes to turkey On Monday. When she gets back she’s in the UK for 3 days and then shoots off to Canada for another wedding. I start college again in September, a foundation degree in Photography, sounds like a heavy one.
See you soon x.
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| So so sweet.too sweet for me. |
Mission: Holiday essentials
Weds 18th May – town!
So my plan for today was to go into town and meet my friend Jo for 2pm…. I got in for about half one as I needed to try on some bras and I take a LONG time doing that….turns out Jo was going to be late due to a nit dilemma involving her eldest daughter Evie….(its fine turns out she is head lice free yay)
Many a phone call later Jo joins me on level 1 in Debenhams, despite me being convinced its level 2. I notice 10 week old baby Maia asleep in her arms and so I picked this time to show Jo some Bikinis. Turns out Jo underestimates the size of her boobs, she could quite happily fit them into a hammock.
We went up to level 2 and sorted ourselves out with some bras. Jo was on a mission to find the perfect ‘whore’ bra but unfortunately Debenhams did not provide one to deem whore-ish enough.
We headed to the baby changing facilities in Debenhams so Maia could chow down and perhaps make mummy’s boobs smaller so she didn’t have to return the H&M bikini she bought earlier that week, but no luck there. I hear hammocks are cheap on eBay Jo ;)
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| The yummy cake as mentioned. |
5.30pm – Jo had to get home in time for Evie getting dropped off by her Dad, and I evidently had spent too much money on pants, a top, food, the bag I did not mention, bras and more pants. So we kissed on the cheek, and said “bra bra” and “see you later bled” cause we all talk like that here.
Me and Jo have known each other since about 2004?! But lost contact for a short while, so its frickin’ amazing to have her back in my life. It’s a great feeling to know someone for so long, then years later still get along like a boob in a DD cup bra.
“No that’s my side boob.”
First Blog!
Helloooo...
Well first things first, I kind of ‘stole’, ‘borrowed’ this idea off my friend Ali’s Brother -Aaron. He’s a blogger, a dash of gay, a grind of salt and pepper and a bloody good writer.
I’ve thought about doing this before, I used to write diaries (queue girly times) but due to medical reasons I’m unable to write as much as I used to. There is so much that happens in life and so many fine details pass you by, that there is no better way than to write it down. It doesn’t matter how amazing or how poor your memory is I guarantee you cant tell me what colour pants you wore four days ago (I don’t care.)
I figured I talk a hell of a lot, but most things spoken by me are pretty pointless and useless information which most of this will probably end up being anyway. I need to write stuff down, a lot has happened in my short 23 years of life, most happening from the young age of 18….I might get into that sometime perhaps but not right now, I cant have a downer on the first blog as I don’t want my friends to label me ‘emo’ any time soon….
Thanks to my friend Josette (Jo) for the title of this blog, I was staring at the ‘name your blog’ screen for about 15 minutes; and im ashamed I didn’t think of it first!! (Queue ridiculously long name) My full name is Madeleena Gabriella Gita Dominique Certeza Pigtain Takooree. My parents just love me, or just wanted me to be even more of a freak; the best bit is that the list of nicknames are endless!!....I hated being called ‘Madeleena’ by all the teachers in school so Leena stuck for years… over time since I was little my sisters used to call me Leen Bean, Leena Ribena and Beans. They still call me beans. So ‘spill the beans’ makes sense to you now right? No?
Your loss.
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