Laughing gas.

Yesterday was boiling here in Ibiza so there was nothing to do but to go and lounge and eat lunch in a restaurant on the beach with multiple family members. When i gathered enough energy, i took these photos: 

Then, last night my friends from Ibiza and i went down to San Antonio to go to the bars and to meet other people. Saturday night in San Antonio is always very loud and exciting, although its teeming with English people getting too drunk and falling about everywhere. This makes me embarrassed to call myself english, so i prefer to pretend im spanish in these situations. Anyway, good thing about San Ant is the drinks are cheap like the budgie, so i managed to buy a vodka and tonic and a sex on the beach for €4, f

ab. The first bar we went to to meet our friends had very loud dancing music which was lovely because

 everyone was dancing. Here are some pictures:

We then went to another bar called Ground Zero which is separated into two rooms. One room is Indie music (but unfortunately comes with floppy drunk english people), and the other room is heavy metal. Now, usually i would opt for Indie room, but seeing as the heavy metal room with english-less, we all went in there. There was a woman walking round selling balloons of laughing gas for €5, which 3 of my friends brought. I took photos:

Before:

After:

Possibly one of the funniest things ive ever seen...

Anyway, must go and find something to do.

Thanks for reading sunshine, Love you. Xxx

Airport.

So here i am, waiting in Luton airport for a flight thats more delayed that my birth, (thats a lie) due the superiour orange troopers known as Easyjet. Usually, i would hit the duty free shops full of rubish, that, as my mother would say, "will end up in the back of my wardrobe". Fortunatley, my wardrobe doesnt have a back and currently is more of a floordrobe... With me trying to be nice and organised for once, i changed all my money over with a very nice man in the bueru de change (i think thats how its spelt) so i now cant buy anything here. Also, for my last dig at the airport, at precisley 8.50, being right this second, most of the cafes and shops are closing. How boring?
Anyway, i will get there eventually. We can hope, right?
Must dash to buy my last few diet cokes with my shrapnal rattling in the bottom of my purse before faithful Pret dies on me too.
Thanks for reading sunshine, Love you. Xxx