When my boss announced she was getting married in Marbella, Spain on the Costa del Sol and what's more we were invited, we were instantly excited. Having already been to the Costa del Sol there was absolutely no pressure to sight see or soak up the culture - no, no we were there to tan, drink champagne, dance and just generally have one of the best weekends of our lives. Don't mind if we do...!
Having spoken with Alison about her impending nuptials every day for the year building up, its safe to say I was almost as excited as the Bride, so when the weekend finally rolled round I just couldn't believe it.
Our Friday night flight got off to a rather ominous start when a bunch of matching t-shirt lads almost got the plane turned round due to their loutish behaviour. It seems that in England, a group of young friends can't just go away together on holiday and enjoy themselves like normal human beings - oh no, if you're going away with friends it is compulsory to get matching t-shirts made with loutish nicknames printed on the back. While you're at it if you're a girl you must screech/ sing at the top of your lungs/ giggle like a hyena, with the lads shouting/ shoving/ winking lecherously at the air hostess, much to the guffaws of your oh so cool friends. Which is why when we not so much saw, but heard, 20 'lads' from Essex lumber onto the plane wearing classy t-shirts that read 'Deepsex Boys', my heart sank. Even more so when their nicknames turned out to be subtle-as-a-brick-through-a-window things such as 'Sausage', 'Chop Suey' (the token Asian friend of course), 'Stani' (the token Pakistani) and my personal favourite 'I've been fingered.' This was too much for the bright pink t-shirted girls in the back and the next 2.45 hour flight was spent listening to the Deepsex boys' crude comments, or the countless threats by the Easyjet staff. Highly amusing now, at the time I was just itching for a fight!
Thankfully we landed safe and sound, bid the Deepsex boys adieu and hot-footed it to our car rental. Stressed and anxious to reach Marbella, but at least we were on our way! Driving on the wrong side of the road, with useless instructions and in 30 degree heat is enough to test anyone's patience and given we were already late to the rehearsal dinner, we weren't in the cheeriest form. Any trace of the grumpy gills soon lifted though as soon as we walked into the gorgeous tapas place Alison and Darren had booked and were greeted with open arms - the perfect start to what was a perfect weekend! We laughed until our sides hurt, before laughing a bit more, all dosed down with delicious cocktails and red wine. We left at around 1.30am, with plans to meet up with the others the next morning to bags a few sun loungers by the pool.
The next morning, after a hilarious breakfast sharing stories, we made our way to the beloved pool. We had a great crew of seven in total and we couldn't believe our luck that we had all managed to stay at the same hotel with no prior planning. Just when we thought it couldn't get any better given the on-tap access to sun and swimming, out flows the jugs of sangria - don't mind if we do.
After what was the most relaxing say we'd had in a long time, we split up to get ready then made our way down to Villa Del Mar at the infamous Marbella Club. The wedding was held in a beautiful cobbled and tiled Spanish courtyard like something off a postcard, complete with personalised fans to keep the heat at bay - it was just perfect!
While the newly married couple went off for photos, we got to stand around drinking quality champagne and eating the most delicious nibbles - definitely got the better end of this deal I'd say! We then moved through to a stunning courtyard overlooking the ocean for dinner only to discover that, much to our delight, we'd hit the jackpot with the table and were seated next to our friends Gareth and Kara, as well as Darren's kids Meghan and Callum. We smirked our way through the speeches, trying to hide our glee as we all made murmurings centred around how jealous everyone else was of our table. I've been assured by the others the following day that they felt the same about theirs so perhaps this is the secret behind throwing a great wedding.
After a glorious five course meal, complete with our own mini lobster, up came some traditional Andulasian Flamenco dancers - not your average wedding! This was followed by one of the best first dances we've seen, before everyone took to the dance floor to dance under the stars to the amazing DJ while the mediterranean sea lapped just metres away from us - bliss.
Of course, as is the case when you're having fun, time just flew and when 2am came along we were gutted - I could have danced for hours more! We all gathered up our shoes, made one last trip to the candy buffet, had one last cheeky cupcake, before walking home along the beach giggling to ourselves at what a great night it was.
Sunday kicked off with the usual 'bags the sunlounger' game of the previous day, followed by a leisurely breakfast spent reminiscing about the night before - unanimously we agreed it was a fantastic wedding.
The remainder of the day was spent between the sun lounger and the pool, where we gossiped the day away, pausing only to bid adieu to those departing for flights. One by one we whittled away until sadly it was our time to go. Hoping back in the car, we meandered our way back to Malaga, trying to soak up as much of the beautiful view as possible before the flight home.
While we were gutted to leave, the pain wasn't too bad as we were departing for warmer shores just five days later thanks to a week in Bulgaria and Turkey.
Xx
Having spoken with Alison about her impending nuptials every day for the year building up, its safe to say I was almost as excited as the Bride, so when the weekend finally rolled round I just couldn't believe it.
Our Friday night flight got off to a rather ominous start when a bunch of matching t-shirt lads almost got the plane turned round due to their loutish behaviour. It seems that in England, a group of young friends can't just go away together on holiday and enjoy themselves like normal human beings - oh no, if you're going away with friends it is compulsory to get matching t-shirts made with loutish nicknames printed on the back. While you're at it if you're a girl you must screech/ sing at the top of your lungs/ giggle like a hyena, with the lads shouting/ shoving/ winking lecherously at the air hostess, much to the guffaws of your oh so cool friends. Which is why when we not so much saw, but heard, 20 'lads' from Essex lumber onto the plane wearing classy t-shirts that read 'Deepsex Boys', my heart sank. Even more so when their nicknames turned out to be subtle-as-a-brick-through-a-window things such as 'Sausage', 'Chop Suey' (the token Asian friend of course), 'Stani' (the token Pakistani) and my personal favourite 'I've been fingered.' This was too much for the bright pink t-shirted girls in the back and the next 2.45 hour flight was spent listening to the Deepsex boys' crude comments, or the countless threats by the Easyjet staff. Highly amusing now, at the time I was just itching for a fight!
Thankfully we landed safe and sound, bid the Deepsex boys adieu and hot-footed it to our car rental. Stressed and anxious to reach Marbella, but at least we were on our way! Driving on the wrong side of the road, with useless instructions and in 30 degree heat is enough to test anyone's patience and given we were already late to the rehearsal dinner, we weren't in the cheeriest form. Any trace of the grumpy gills soon lifted though as soon as we walked into the gorgeous tapas place Alison and Darren had booked and were greeted with open arms - the perfect start to what was a perfect weekend! We laughed until our sides hurt, before laughing a bit more, all dosed down with delicious cocktails and red wine. We left at around 1.30am, with plans to meet up with the others the next morning to bags a few sun loungers by the pool.
The next morning, after a hilarious breakfast sharing stories, we made our way to the beloved pool. We had a great crew of seven in total and we couldn't believe our luck that we had all managed to stay at the same hotel with no prior planning. Just when we thought it couldn't get any better given the on-tap access to sun and swimming, out flows the jugs of sangria - don't mind if we do.
After what was the most relaxing say we'd had in a long time, we split up to get ready then made our way down to Villa Del Mar at the infamous Marbella Club. The wedding was held in a beautiful cobbled and tiled Spanish courtyard like something off a postcard, complete with personalised fans to keep the heat at bay - it was just perfect!
After a glorious five course meal, complete with our own mini lobster, up came some traditional Andulasian Flamenco dancers - not your average wedding! This was followed by one of the best first dances we've seen, before everyone took to the dance floor to dance under the stars to the amazing DJ while the mediterranean sea lapped just metres away from us - bliss.
Of course, as is the case when you're having fun, time just flew and when 2am came along we were gutted - I could have danced for hours more! We all gathered up our shoes, made one last trip to the candy buffet, had one last cheeky cupcake, before walking home along the beach giggling to ourselves at what a great night it was.
Sunday kicked off with the usual 'bags the sunlounger' game of the previous day, followed by a leisurely breakfast spent reminiscing about the night before - unanimously we agreed it was a fantastic wedding.
The remainder of the day was spent between the sun lounger and the pool, where we gossiped the day away, pausing only to bid adieu to those departing for flights. One by one we whittled away until sadly it was our time to go. Hoping back in the car, we meandered our way back to Malaga, trying to soak up as much of the beautiful view as possible before the flight home.
While we were gutted to leave, the pain wasn't too bad as we were departing for warmer shores just five days later thanks to a week in Bulgaria and Turkey.
Xx
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