Dear St. Valentine…

I find myself single again this Valentines day but for the first time I won’t be pouring myself a large glass of self pity pinot. I am single firmly by choice. I ain’t even looking. Not really. I’m “on the apps” sure, but it’s gonna take a hella hunk to pin this sister down I’m…

5. Grape Expectations.

Right where were we, oh that’s right back in Majorca, and it’s my sister’s 29th birthday. My sister goes by Woozy Boos, which is my mum’s doing. I was nicknamed Woody as a child, for no logical reason, and things escalated from there. Anyway. A 29th birthday apparently means only one thing in my goofy…

4. 24 hours in BCN

It takes until late afternoon for my disappointment about the love tryst, that never truly was, to dissipate. I had the very real feeling that Craig David and I would have made a great couple. The hangover however is a bit more stubborn to shift. After the obligatory lying groggily, staring at the ceiling for…