MY TRIP TO ORLANDO, FLORIDA - EPIC FAIL!
I'm back and I think it's time that I finally tell you all about my trip to Orlando, Florida.
Okay, so anyone that knows me, knows just how much I love America! Before May this year, I'd never actually visited/been to America. It had always been a dream of mine, and in May it became a reality.
So, on the 5th of May I was happily waiting in the airport, all excited about to go to America.
NO WAIT!
Let's talk about the day before.
So rewind a day, on the 4th May, I was very excited because the next day I would be going to America. I decided to head into town with my best friend, Keelan. I picked up some last minute items and then went to the trusted Wetherspoon's for something to eat - all fine, all perfect.
Later that day, I went home and decided to start on some packing. I always like to pack the day before because I want to make sure everything's washed and that I do in fact pack everything. The weather on this day was quite hot, so I opened the kitchen door. I see something in the corner of my eye run past me, I'm thinking its my cat, so I think nothing of it and finish putting makeup into my hand luggage bag.
I then decide to go back upstairs and finish off some packing. I then look on my bed and see some... shit. Yeah, not a massive shit, but I see some little dots of shit.
Shit.
I lift my dressing gown up and see A PISSING MOUSE!
Now I end up shitting myself (not literally), because I'm not the biggest fan of mice, to be quite honest with you. I don't mind them, but I don't exactly wanna pet one.
So yeah, that happened and then I had to grab all my crap, that I was taking to Florida, out the room so that I could pack downstairs and take camp there for the night as well.
I also still live at home, so my mum and dad decided to take care of the mouse, whilst I decided to drown my sorrows over a beer at the pub down the road.
Now, if this isn't a sign that the holiday's gonna be shit, I don't know what was.
So fast-forward to a day later, I was having my doubts as to what the fuck this holiday was gonna bring. I'm sat on the plane, all fine, all dandy.
I decided to wear a hoodie as I was going to be on the plane for 9 hours and I wanted to be comfy.
BIG MISTAKE.
Now I sweat a lot as it is, so imagine being on the plane filled with a lot of people, whilst wearing a hoodie. My whole body decided to be Nigara fucking falls. Sweat dripping down my face, my neck, my back, lick my - never mind. I got lost in a song then...
I was really pissed off with myself at this point. But, I was more worried about the security in America, because I heard that it's really scary, even though I know I'm a nice person, I'm most definitely not a criminal, but I was shitting myself.
Believe it or not, I got through fine, I was excited and I was looking forward to the rest of the holiday.
The next day came and I was getting ready to go to PlayList Live (writing a blogpost on this). Throughout that day I had a really bad sore throat, bare in mind I knew I did in fact have tonsillitis before I went to America, but I didn't want to go to the doctors and get more pills because I'm already on repeat for heart and IBS tablets, so I didn't want America thinking I'm a bloody druggy! So I didn't go and funnily enough, the tonsillitis actually cleared up by itself, or so I thought.
So on the second day of playlist, me and my friend woke up, both feeling like utter shit, we decided not to go to the second day - we were supposed to be meeting Tom Sanders (even though none of us actually watch his videos, but we did used to watch his vines) so we weren't actually that bothered about not going. We decided to stay in the hotel for the rest of the day because we both did feel like death. However, around 7pm we decided to go sit around the pool to get some fresh air, then we got in the pool - we were the only ones in the pools because apparently it was 'cold' but we're both from England, so to us, it was as though we were in a Jacuzzi.
The next day...
I woke up with bloodshot, itchy as fuck eyes. Yep, I had conjunctivitis and my TONSILLITIS CAME BACK!!! Was that all? NOOOOO, I woke up with a bad back, stuffed nose, I could barely breathe proper. Someone was out to fucking get me.
Literally, both me and my friend stayed in the hotel and by the pool for 11 days and only went outside the hotel to go to the shops that were 3 minutes away from our hotel - how bad's that?! Speaking of which, the hotel cleaning lady must've bloody hated me and my friend, because everyday she came to our room, me and Becky were either still asleep, or had our earphones in so we couldn't hear her!
But, we did make some friends there, and they were actually really nice! The night we made friends, was the same day that I pushed my friend into the pool, FULLY CLOTHED. We made friends with a group of guys and two girls, we all played volleyball in the pool and then the following day, we all got drunk!
I drank a full bottle of gin in three drinks and on the bottle, it legit said that you could get 12 drinks out of it... I don't have a problem, I swear. Whilst getting drunk, I also picked up a guy and spun him round, played Never Have I Ever - this got me even more drunk... Then I made friends with a woman that was from 'Brooklyn, New York.'
Anyway, on the last week when we finally saw the light of America, we went to Universal Studios and we actually really enjoyed it. But, we couldn't really spend that much money there because we were running out of it. Luckily, we were leaving on the Friday.
Friday did come and we said our goodbyes to America, but I was happy because I got to leave with a tan.
We spent a lot of money to just stay at the hotel and, and, AND... we wasted £250 on a 14 day ticket to Universal Studios and we only spent ONE FUCKING DAY THERE!
We flew home and then I went to Morrison's with my parents to get breakfast, came home, showered and then decided to go out and get absolutely smashed to drown my sorrows over my shit holiday, that wasn't that shit.
THE FUCKING END.
Anyway, here's some photos of my shit holiday that wasn't actually that shit.
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