Elsie-Rae's got Double D's

when in spain

I haven't written in so long, but nothing much has happened, I've just been plodding on through life — living for the weekend because I really hate my job. I wish I hadn't left the salon, it was a massive mistake!

I was just being stupid in thinking that I needed to quit being a hairdresser because of some misplaced idea that I needed to start over, all I've succeeded in doing is leaving a job and people I loved to go and do a job that I hate and work with people I can't stand. The salon, with Aaron and the girls, is the one place that no matter what happened had always give me a sense of purpose and belonging. They were like a little extension of my family, and when everything seemed to be going wrong, they somehow made it right again.

Our little holiday together has made me realise just how much I miss working with Aaron, we just always seem to have the best times together.

So, we went to Spain together, stayed in a really cheap hotel, spent our days sitting around the pool and the nights getting as wasted as possible.

This one night we decided to hang around in the hotel for a bit, just chilling out on the balcony, drinking cheap alcohol and then this group of idiots turned up, they stood right under the balcony singing really loudly in French, at first I thought it was funny. And then I guess I must've passed out at some point because god knows how many hours later they were back, and they were singing the same song over and over again. I shouted at them to shut the fuck up in English first and then in my best French; Mr Randall my old French teacher would've been so impressed. One of them shouted something back, I couldn't understand a word of it, so I flashed my tits — which reminds me, I still haven't cashed in that voucher I had from mum and dad for Christmas.

Next thing I knew Gemma was out the front of the hotel and inviting them up to our room, and we got even drunker than we already were. It was a fun night, and I suppose I learnt why they called it French kissing. Who knew that 'I want to fuck you' sounds so romantic when said in French? I didn't take him up on his offer, of course.

We got matching nipple piercings too — my mum went absolutely ballistic! I wouldn't have told her, but Aaron had the great idea of photographing the evidence and posting it on Facebook — I didn't even know he'd put it on there until my mum rang me and started gobbing off down the phone.

Have decided that I'm going to see what Aaron says about me getting my old job back.

And somehow I've agreed to go out on a date with his cousin, I'm probably going to regret it, but you only live once.

Ah, yeah, so the date with Aaron's cousin.

We're adults, but for some reason, our date was at the massive indoor trampoline park that's not long opened, because I haven't been on a date in so long I had a few shots before I went, you know, for Dutch courage — that was a massive mistake. All that jumping made my stomach feel all queasy, and I ended up throwing up everywhere. The whole place had to be evacuated, so that was embarrassing, we definitely won't be going on a second date.