Leaving for the airport at 2.30am in the morning, knowing you will be awake for another 28 hours when you feel stupidly ill, is really not the first thing that I wanted to do when I woke up that morning. But knowing I had my hens waiting and an amazing weekend ahead of me, a little smile emerged.
After a surprise outfit change into a wedding dress for my travels (thanks girls) and a short flight later we arrive in cloudy Ibiza.

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feeling ill, spaced out and very tired at 3am at the airport


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First stop pizza, and beer to get us going, I felt I had to drink through it just to feel a little better.

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after forcing myself to get ready I made my way to the party in room 346 for drinking games and a game of Mr and Mrs organised by Lauren. I failed quite miserably and and suffered with shots (I hate shots)



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I seriously sucked at Mr and Mrs. I couldn't even answer what colour my eyes were, or where our first kiss took place (to be honest we both can't quite pin point it to a specific place, oops)

We gossiped, danced, drank and sang before hopping into taxis over to pasha.


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(terrible iPhone pictures) but after admitting defeat at 4am, I crawled into bed feeling ill and drunk and hoped to feel better the next day. More adventures to come...
Happy Hens!! I hope you have a great time! x
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