Majorca for my god-momma’s 50th Birthday, cue the excessive amounts of alcohol, novelty sashes and glowing headwear. It was your typical girls trip and it was heaps of laughs from start to finish! There was 9 of us and it was most definitely an experience, from bad renditions of ‘Isn’t it ironic’ by Alanis Morissette to going into Magaluf it was a crazy weekend.

Arriving on the Magaluf strip and stepping out of the taxi we were approached by a guy that resembled a ‘lucky lucky’ man offering us ‘Charlie’ which we later found out was coke, how rude of him to think that we would want anything to do with that. Although we did find that it was popular in the area as not only randoms offered it to you, club promoters were pushing it too. I distinctly remember one promoter saying “You’ve got charlie white teeth so you will have some won’t you?” Outrageous! Walking down the strip we found that you could get 2 doubles with mixers, a cocktail and a shot for a minuscule €6… God knows what we were drinking but the night ended up very messy! Waking up and realising that yes, we had actually encountered and had a picture with a bongo-playing Rastafarian midget was definitely a highlight of the night.

Walking down the strip we found that you could get 2 doubles with mixers, a cocktail and a shot for a minuscule €6… God knows what we were drinking but the night ended up very messy! Waking up and realising that yes, we had actually encountered and had a picture with a bongo-playing Rastafarian midget was definitely a highlight of the night.

We ended the night in a paint party at the end of the strip which was a hot, sweaty, sticky mess but definitely a night to remember.