...friday 6:45pm and i'm waiting at lesta train station, with a huge, stupid grin on my face. sarah, my mate from scotland, whom i met in bangkok and ended up travelling with in NZ for the year, was due to arrive anytime to stay for the weekend...

...a quick vodka and we headed to the orange tree to meet up with als, rob, paul, craig and ale. several beers, cocktails and shooters later, we amble across town to laguna for a curry. my plan was to show sarah all the hotspots of lesta in one weekend, but decided i didn't know any...

...next day we txt gemma in NZ to tell her to get her butt out of the bar and up to her poota so we can chat on messenger, what a surprise she was in the bar. head into town to meet up with jema and rob for lunch in the orange tree, before they give the new walkers stadium a whirl...

...listen to the match (yey) on the radio, while transporting food from jo's house to G2 for her party that night and trying to give jo directions from the train station to town...

...just enough time to drink a bottle of white cloud(present from sarah, i gave her some irn-bru) before we have to make an appearance at G2. my mate ali lemmon was there, who i visited (with her month old sproglet, jack) just before i left travelling. she had photos, and he has the most fantastic grin i've seen, aww...

...10:30pm and the troops decide to leave the pub, as it is pants, and head to the fc (yey, but i know sarah'll hate it). strange things always happen when i'm with sarah, and as soon as we walked to the bar, "ginga jamie oliver" told me i was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, say no more...

...i had a pleasant night, few beers, lots of vodka, chatting to some old mates (saw pete wye, he's married now - gulp). sarah wasn't enjoying herself so much (they don't tend to play s club or kylie) but she perked up a bit when i went and chatted up a mate of ray's from manchester called leon for her, they seemed to disappear pretty quick ;o) it was 2pm before we knew it and time to wend our way home, but not before i stepped out into the street and some bloke comes up to me telling me i've got fantastic ankles!!! maybe i should wear my skirt more often...

...sunday morning = wooly head...

...sunday afternoon = sarah leaving :o(