Sliema Sun Day

   This past weekend was St. Patrick's Day. I know what you're thinking "Oh GOD here comes another post where Louis talks abou...


 This past weekend was St. Patrick's Day. I know what you're thinking "Oh GOD here comes another post where Louis talks about how drunk and trashy and fabulously wasted he was and then is gonna bitch about his *undeserved* hangover". Well I didn't go out. That's all there is to it. So I woke up sunday in full control of my body feeling like I didn't get run over by a freight train. But what do you do on a sober sunday morning when you have all this extra time that you normally recover in? We decided to channel our inner old lady and just stroll around the sun drenched streets of Sliema which is on one of the peninsulas on Malta and go to the market and stuff. Don't worry....I got drunk somewhere between lunch and happy hour so all was well.


Instead of vintage Ferragamo and furs and stuff the market was a lot of junk.



THIS HAT IS SO MAJOR THIS SEASON


THIS ONE TOO




 "Let me pretend like I don't mind nature for 15 seconds"




 I literally screamed when I saw Cinnabon. Like for realz, who would have thought my guilty american pleasure would be found on some rando island in the Mediterranean.




just wandering the sunny side streets






 I'll pass





Tragically chic. I DIE.




 our water taxi was filled with horrid british tourists that screamed everytime the boat skipped over a tiny wave.




right before Ms. C had a fit over her king prawns having intestines. "I'm sorry madam but that is how they come"..."UM NO TAKE IT AWAY...VOM!"



 This is where I started going downhill.





 Yep...I was drunk by this point.


 @ Tigne Point





 Finally HAPPY HOUR!!!!!!!!! But I was drunk already so it was more like "HAPPIER HOUR"






just another fabulous eurotrash sunday

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