Today marks my 7th week of being ill and 2 months without any alcohol
whatsoever. I've watched my friends go out and party and I've seen many drunken
videos that they probably wished were not on Facebook but they gave me a good
laugh. Being ill is very depressive and this weather doesn't particularly help
matters even the glimpse of sun we got the other day, I think I stood out in it
for a matter of a minute while I walked from my mum's car to the doctors and
back. So while I sit here thinking am I ever going to get better ( I know I'm
being a bit over-dramatic here but seriously come on now I've been ill for
ages) all that’s getting me through these next few months is the thought of
Benicassim festival with my girls especially because missed out on so much with them while I've been ill.
Now I've always loved the idea of festivals but it’s the British weather
that puts me off of them. I'm one of those people who likes to be able to wash
and not be covered head to toe shivering and living in a swamp of mud. But a
festival that offers the Spanish sun, cocktails, sea and music I'm there and my
tents already popped up. I can't wait for July to jet off to Barcelona and
dance to Azealia Banks on the beach with flowers in my hair. This is definitely
going to be a different experience from my last holiday in Zante, instead of
flowers in my hair I had a concoction of various alcohols, paint and sea water.
Despite feeling very emotional and depressed at the moment the thought of
Benicassim Festival always manages to put a smile on my face and to put an even
bigger smile on my face, yesterday I ordered my first bikini for the summer
which is making me even more excited. The classic black colour and fringe detail
makes it easily wearable for daytime look as I parade around the Spanish
sunshine and hopefully catch a tan. Well they do say the colour black attracts
the sun, so hopefully I'll come home looking like a golden goddess instead of a
drenched, mud stained tramp like I would do if I was staying in England.
