Birthday Blaise...

After hunching over my lil ol' lappy for far too many hours a weekend trip to Barcelona was just what i needed. So i packed my bags and head off to see lil ol Blaisey for her birthday.

Finally after a 20 minute metro ride, a 2 and a half hour bus journey, a 2 hour delay, a 1 and a half hour plane ride and a 20 minute cab journey... I WAS THERE!!


After eating nothing but Blaise's birthday macaroons all day, Chris' Bolognase was much appreciated on arrival, as was the copious amounts of red wine we all cosnumed.
Several bottles and cheeses later i lost my memory and woke up the next day to find a rather embarassing video of me dancing down the streets of Barcelona, which i had no recolection of, on Kat's camera.
Classy.

Saturday was brunch followed by an amble down to the beach and then possibly the most emotional yet happy 2 hours of my life then followed. 
That's right.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.


Five words to describe it;
Why am i a muggle?


Alas 3.30pm on Sunday (after a Spanish hot chocolate and 2 NON GLUTEN FREE SLICES OF CAKE!) i had to catch my bus to the airport to fly home to get the bus, to get the metro, to finally end up back at 1 rue d'Edimbourg.


Luckily lil Annie was at home waiting for me, as was Sex and the City......and once more, the promise of shit loads of work.


Merci tous pour un weekend parfait.