26th December 2013, Heathrow, London
It had been quite a while since me and the bestie have had a proper holiday together although there have been some epic trips in the 16 years we've known each other.
Whether it's been going through Italy by train and gaining 10 pounds each on pasta and gelato, massively failing to be tourists in New York or dancing on bar stands in Miami - she is my best holiday buddie!
In preparation for this trip, I devised a new packing technique. I've called it 'throwing-random-shit-in-a-bag-at-2-AM-and-hope-there's-a-bikini-in-there-somewhere'. Neither the bestie or the flatmate were too impressed with it. And I may be willing to admit that it may not have been my smartest decision to do all my packing after Christmas dinner with 4 hours to go until the cab to Heathrow was due to pick us up...
Arriving at Heathrow at 6 AM were two zombies like creatures.
I successfully snored in the cab, had a nap at the gate and nearly fell asleep over my fry up. I also could not work the check in machine and the check in assistant ended up asking if this was my first time in an airport. At least I had the good taste to not go to the airport in my jammies as was my original plan. I did however wear my airplane pillow around my neck like my accessory from the time I arrived at the airport until I landed approximately 12 hours later.
Somehow, in spite of crying halfway through the marathon distance covered walking to the gate we somehow made it on the plane to what turned out to be not-so-sunny Mexico.
FYI - there were several bikinis in the bag, it just happened to be that half of them didn't have matching tops and bottoms...
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