Roll on the sunshine!
You’ve been planning it for most of the year, the official countdown has been on for at least three months and you’ve been avoiding chocolate for about three hours now.
It’s time ladies – time for the girls’ holiday – and here’s just a few things that you can expect to happen along the way.
You know what they say, the best laid plans and all that…
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Getting organized
It sounds like the best idea ever – you and your big group of best friends jetting off to conquer the world, one beach at a time. The reality? Trying to organize a group who will all want to go to different places, have different work commitments and different budgets all amounts to an absolute nightmare.
The mad dash…
You have all been counting down for weeks and months to this holiday, and it seemed like a good idea to meet at the airport. Until you hear the final boarding call and two of your crew still haven’t arrived. Stress.
Bed booking
We all have such good intentions to get up early and run down to the pool and throw our towels on the sun loungers… but then cocktails from the night before get the better of us and we’re lucky if we get down the stairs by midday.
For the love of GAA
You might not even be too far away from home, and although you all promise yourselves you’re going to bag yourself a hot Adonis, there’s something about a GAA jersey in an unexpected location, or two lads playing hurling on the beach that draws you like a moth to a flame. Sure Irish lads have the banter right?
Everybody’s drinking…
You may be the best of pals before you head off on that sun holiday, but add in sun burn, dehydration and too many drinks and undoubtedly, the drama will kick off. Someone will be crying and there will be a fall-out somewhere.
How’s the weather?
Regardless of where you are, you want to be sure that the sunshine you are having is only being experienced by you and your girls. A bit mean, right, but hey, you paid for it! Cue the inevitable call home to ask your mammy what the weather there is like – and the delight when you can turn to the girls and say ‘It’s lashing rain’ with glee in your voice.
You will then send this picture home…
There’s always one…
She might be the one who wanders off on a night out, but more than likely, she’s also the one on the very first day who thinks it’s a great idea to use baby oil instead of sun cream and then has to spend all further daylight hours indoors.
Promises, promises
“We’re going over for a chilled-out girls’ holiday. NOT a drinking session.”
Sigh. Famous last words… Now we’re eating beans on toast for the rest of the month.
The picture frenzy
You thought it was a great idea at the time to photograph every, single moment. Selfie central you might call it. That is until you get home and one of the girls uploads the entire album to Facebook. And tags you. Mortification.
Next year…
It will all be different. You won’t drink as much, you’ll start saving from January so you won’t have to worry about money and of course, the bikini diet will start straight away.
Right? Right?
