The Back of the Bus

I have now hit the middle of my journey and I have to say I am already pretty tired. The first leg was a great conference and I got to stay with my BFF – yeah she now has a nickname – for three nights in a great hotel room. The days were filled with work and the nights were filled with networking (read; drinking).

On the last night of the conference we had the closing night party; dinner, drinks and lots of conversation and stories with people from across the county. At the end of the night a school bus has been arranged to transport the delegates from the party to the hotel. BFF and I were on the last bus and when we got on we were ushered to the back of the bus by our friends.

Once there someone started passing around a mickey of Sambuca. I of course could not resist and took a slug. Then I decided photographic evidence of the drinking was necessary so I gave my camera to the BFF and told her to take a picture – so I had another gulp. The bottle went around a few times and I am sure I had three or four shots before the bottle was finished. I had entirely forgotten how bumpy the back of a school bus is especially when you are trying to keep all your teeth while drinking out of a bottle.

After the bus ride we then piled out and 15 of us headed to the bar for a few more goodbye pints. I had three, and managed to break a martini glass while gesturing widely about something terrible important I am sure.

I finally left the bar at 1:30 (I think) and returned to my room to catch a measly five hours of sleep before commencing my long, long travel day. At note for all you readers out there, if you know you have to fly don’t go out and drink Sambuca the night before. It just makes for a very difficult day.

Must run, today I am getting my hair cut, seeing family, then Fireboy and OQB!

xo

The Single Girl