After spending a week in the party island that is Ibiza, where instead of water I drank vodka and tequila and instead of sleeping I was dancing till the early hours of the morning which is to be expected of a girls holiday. There were arguments, there were loss of toe nails (me to be precise) and people's dignity shot out the window. Which is all well and good when you're out there but coming home and back to the normality was so strange. I wasnt going to sleep drunk and waking up hungover, there wasn't a linguring smell of sick from my fellow partier in the room. Everything was so...normal. And now I find myself unable to consume alcohol without feeling ill and I find myself knackered even though I havn't done anything strenuous. This is in fact the recovery stage which I always used to get from doing Leeds festival for two years, so you'd think I'd be used to it but obviously this is not the case. I had decided that this summer I would try something new, something different so I bought a ticket for creamfields. Three days of mayhem in a place I've never been before, a step up from leeds fest in my eyes. I'll be writing a blog all about my festival experiances and what are the dos and don'ts and giving you an insight into my holiday in Ibiza.
xox
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