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Tuesday, 25 September 2012


I know I know I've been MIA a bit on the blogging front ain't I. But I've been a bad blogger for very good reason and that reason be Ibiza. Yep whilst you 'orrible lot were filling your faces with next season's fashions myself and 11 super hot babes were hitting the White Isle. Hard. It's been 5 years since my last Evissa encounter and what better way to be re-introduced than with a 3 day bender in celebration of my girl Emilienne's upcoming nuptials. So last last Friday I touched down in Ibiza town with a heart full of joy, head reciting the Venga Boys classic We're Going To Ibiza *face palm* and muchos Euros burning a hole in my pocket. It was on. Donkey Kong style.

First port of call for us debauched dames was the uber plush Ushuaïa Beach Hotel and its now infamous Ushuaïa Presents... pool party. These high profile shindigs play host to many an international superstar DJ such as Luciano, David Guetta and Calvin Harris to name a few. And so being in the avent-garde abode of the these techno titans I felt it only right that I go all rave-glam for this laid-back luxe affair. 

Nothing screams Ibiza like a spot of DayGlo so I snapped up this fluorescent pink Topshop bikini quick sharp and wore it beneath a fringed crochet LBBD (little black beach dress) that I found whilst doing some half-arsed last minute holibob shopping on ASOS. I originally ordered a size 8 but exchanged it for a 14 as I likes my beach covers light, long and breeeeeeezy. Continuing to serve me well in the art of shuffling are my leather lace-up gladiators, a River Island purchase from a whole 4 years ago! Like Katie Price these biatches go with everything and were ideal for taking me from beach to bar. Finally I tarted up the ensemble up with some fabulously frugal Primarni accessory finds, can you believe I nabbed this neon statement necklace for a measly 2 squids and the studded pleather clutch (a ringer for Topshop's £38 version) were only £6. BARGAIN.

The ethos of our excursion was 'Go Big or Go Massive' and on the night in question we sipped on champagne sangria before splashing out on a bed with table service and a ridiculous amount of Grey Goose. Have you ever heard that phrase 'Grey Goose makes you loose'? It's a myth. The truth is that Grey Goose makes you a loon! We got our stomp on to the sounds of dance duo 2manydjs as the voddie flowed, and flowed, and flowed. A tad too smoothly in hindsight. Carnage ensued that would have given Bridesmaids and both Hangovers a run for their money. And Lock Stock. I'd love to make like Craig David and fill you in but what goes on tour stays on tour. All I will say is that somebody definitely didn't end up in A&E.

Stay tuned for the hen-tastic tales of day 2 where shit got wild. Literally.

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