holiday blue's

I'm a bad blogger.
I've been back from Ibiza a week and a few days now, and I don't know if it's because I haven't quite gotton over my holiday blue's or if I'm just incredibly lax with this whole blogging lark.

Either way, I've not updated in what seems like forever.

WELL.
First things first, my holiday was AMAZING.That picture was the view from our little apartment and we were right on the beach.
The first night we got a little (a lot) drunk..which resulted in us singing kareoke, riding a rodeo bull, pole dancing, arguing with a French guy about how men aren't better than women, singing Mr Brightside all the way back to our apartment and making friends with someone called Pete and drinking his Jaeger.
- That was all the first night.
We went to the Swedish House Mafia beach party, found some friends and then found one of the friends slumped in a corner wasted.
I won't go into much detail about the rest of the holiday, but the last night out at Swedish House for Pacha was SO good.
"My ass made friends with his crotch." - All you will get...