Showing posts with label tutu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tutu. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 November 2014

24 hours on a plane

Traveling half-way around the world turned out to be a lot easier than expected. Even with a quick stop-off in Bristol to pick up a package (wink wink), we made it to the airport with plenty of time.


All my bags!

I had a pleasant surprise in the airport, being checked in by a friend of mine. So a selfie was definitely needed, as well as a photo of my attire, haha. Just how I roll.


With my attention span I thought that a whole day on a plane would be awful! I was pleasantly surprised.

I ate 4 meals, 3 of which ended up on my clothes. Not just the mentality of a child but the eating habits too. The last meal I actually covered myself in napkins and didn't get anything on my clothes, even though there was a bit of fruit juice on the napkin.


One of the meals I spilled over myself

I used the toilet 16 times, brushed my teeth twice, watched 5 films, 8 TV shows, slept for about 7 hours and had a stop over in Singapore for a couple of hours.

Now I have made it to Sydney, I haven't yet left my hotel. A little spa session and a pizza later and I tried to go to bed. I am currently suffering from this wild thing called jetlag because I set my alarm wrong when I went for a nap, whoops.

Hugely excited for the next couple of days. I will keep you updated.

Love, Edd.x

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Bye Bye Bristol

It was loud. It was crazy. It was awesome.

What a last night in Bristol. A Halloween themed party. In my mind this meant Slutty Nurse so that's exactly what I went for. This encouraged a trend that the guys dressed up as attractive young ladies.


What a group of sexy ladies/men/men dressed as men dressed as ladies

It was a really fun night, lots of punch drunk and silly string sprayed. Nearly everyone showed up in fancy dress. For those that didn't, they had to delve into my dress up box, a strong selection of sexy outfits in there.

Everyone showed up to play hockey the next day and it would appear the punch hangover made everyone play better, so more punch pong next week? After that, it was back to the flat to pack and watch the football. Then it was time to leave, I will apologise to Dan (the flatmate that was left) because we didn't do any tidying up of decorations, so that will be a bit of fun for him...


The morning after

It was a drive of mixed emotions, I finally started to feel excited about going away but also going to miss all the Bristol chums. It's ok though, I will be back before you can say hubbaglypthalepticbollygraphy.

Now all I need to do is a bag of washing and ironing, get my haircut, repack, maybe pick up some shoes, style my mo and get to an airport, EASY!!

Wisdom: Punch always has wayyyy more alcohol in than you think...