Granted that I've never been on hoilday...
... I'll recount a pseudo-holiday experince. Aged 16, my mates and I decide to go on a beach trip and sleep on the sand.

There's many things you don't know when you're young, such as leaning over a neon-light with your long fringe distended over it for a good 20 minutes causes an unbelievable stench (my friend).

We also got to act as paramedics when a 30-something -year-old guy drank so much that he turned blue and stopped breathing. In our drunken stupor (think home made wine - without glasses) one of the lesser bright lads and my self tried to recussitate him. For some reason the dead (???) guys mates turned up and had a go at us before finally deciding to call anambulance. Then they bummed my only blanket to wrap it around him. I didn't really oppose until I realised that temperature near 'mare aperto' dropped by a few 15 degrees at 2am.

Slept in my then-boyfriends one-person sleeping bag. He snored like walrus with TB. So did 3/4 of the other people there. At 5:30am I finally manage to fall into blissful sleep. Birds proceed to shrill at the top of their lungs at the sight of sunrise.

Caught bus home at 9:00am and slept from 11:00am 'til 1:00pm before heading to work still hungover as fark.

Nice times.

Actually it was all pretty much fun besides those episodes.

I wonder what happened to the 30-something-year-old who turned blue...
It's funny how lightly everybody (including myself quite shamefully) took it.
(s_nails, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 21:18, Reply)