I was very spontaenous last monday and booked a flight to Majorca Spain, due to depart two days later. I had the best time but it feels like a dream now. I flew out last wednesday and came home early tuesday morning much to my distress returning to rain and work.
Nicci and Kim have been out there since the start of June working so it was really cool seeing them again. As the usual holidays go.. we made alot of friends, stayed out alnight every night, didn't see much sun apart from the walk home and stop off on the beach to watch the sunrise with the boys guitars. It was bliss and I was in my element. I got to sing at a girls private birthday party and I got up on stage in Mulligans Indie Bar and have a wee sing song too.
O and I got engaged to a guy in a cool band called 'Curzon Circle' ....check them out. They are named after a roundabout in Birmingham. Apparently we're honeymooning at the westest point of Ireland.... He got me the ring and I got him those broken glasses.
As good as holidays are, they are also hard. It seems to only be about drugs, sex and alcohol. I hated the thought of being in this atmosphere and scene and looking like or coming across like I was just like everyone else there when I know I'm not. I often thought about how much work the 24/7 guys are doing in Ibiza and I think we need alot more set ups like that in places such as Magaluf.
Anyway, I'm off this weekend too so I may fly back to dance to my holiday song....