reuben

So I went to Ibiza.
I think I probably mentioned that... Just once or twice.



I had an awesome time, and didn't actually party as much a everyone expects you to when you tell them you are going to Ibiza. At least, not until the end of the week...





We ate a lot, sunbathed a lot, walked a lot, laughed a lot, experienced the Disco Bus from San Antonio to Ibiza Town, partied on the Pacha boat, fell in love with Ellie Goulding, danced with the hippies climbed a lot of hills and took a hell of a lot of photos along the way.





I got bitten and stung and sunburned. My knee, hand and eye all swelled up as a result and I had a Sloth from The Goonies moment in an attempt to make myself laugh instead of cry.
(HEY YOU GUUUYYSSSS)













We had two pairs of flipflops die on us and one hat make a bid for freedom.
A bird flew into my friends face. One friend ended up in a giant flower pot. One walked into a staircase.









All culminating in one epic (and seemingly endless) night at David Guetta's Fuck Me I'm Famous night at Pacha.






Pre-FMIF/Post-FMIF

That's it.
That will do. I think you get the general idea....

Ibiza was wonderful. And coming home sucked. But I did get to spend the day playing tour guide for Pixel yesterday <3

Fun things are happening soon. I just need to get through a really long week at work.

It's also my birthday in a weeeeeeek

and I'm @ReubyDee on twitter.