Palma Day 2

Palma Day 2: Glitter vapes, chair dancing & poor life decisions 💃✨

Yesterday started off all cute and innocent:
🌅 Powerwalk ✔️
🥐 Delicious breakfast ✔️
👙 Beach lounging like queens ✔️
🏋️‍♀️ I even hit the gym (because, balance)

Then it all began to spiral in the most fabulous way:
We had lunch basically at dinner time, bought a glittery vape from heaven that tastes like unicorn tears and questionable choices,
and headed back to the hotel where I promptly entered a midlife crisis over what to wear. Nothing was good enough. Everything was too much and not enough all at once. Standard.

Finally, we made it to Megapark — and oof.
Instant attention from baby-faced boys who probably just learned to drink legally.
Then out of nowhere BAM tall, dark, and dangerously hot appeared.
Naturally, I lost brain function and turned into a full Beyoncé backup dancer.

Next thing I know, I’m on a chair, dancing like I’m auditioning for Moulin Rouge in the middle of a mosh pit.
People kept crashing into me like drunk bowling balls, but did I fall?
NO.
Because I had Max (aka tall, dark and dangerousily hot) my guardian angel / human airbag  ready to catch me every damn time. MVP. 🏆

Eventually it was time to crawl home, glitter in my bra, vape in hand, and self-respect somewhere back at Megapark.

And me? Sweet dumb me?
Thought I’d wake up for a morning walk.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
I’ve hit snooze more times than I blinked.
Now I’m lying in bed, slightly crusty, stupidly happy,
and floating in that post-night-out mix of serotonin, confusion, and “did I do sonething stupid?” anxiety.

#GlitterOverload #MegaPark #Palma #PalmaDeMallorca
#ChairDancerSurvivor #Hero
#MaxDeservesASalary
#OutfitMeltdown2025
#SendCoffeeNotJudgement
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