Mad English girl down under : #rainbowfamily adventures part 1

After a year of talking about it, ignoring the fact and stressing about it (how on earth are we going to pay for this and oh my goodness we're doing a massive trip to America how do we fit every thing in) the day finally arrived to leave.

Not without issues.. do we Uber. Do we taxi. Advantages to both, Uber cheaper but at 4 in the morning would anyone really be awake?

Would either car be big enough.

Get Charlotte to take us.... After the first experience in her car not likely

So we drove and left the car at the airport. In true Sean style we were there before any staff but luckily for us the doors were opened so we weren't left out in the cold.

Sleepy already and with that "I know I haven't got explosives or knives in my luggage and even though I packed it myself what if... just what if drugs managed to find there way in" apprehension. We stood and waited for our friends to arrive.

All checked in and Qantas lounge ready we hit the floor running. Coffee all round and food for those who could eat at 5am. (Not me I was still trying to perfect my L.A. body)

Not much time there before we were boarded and landing in Melbourne (so much quicker than driving and when I told this to Sean all I got told was "but it's cheaper" enough said.

Qantas lounge hit again... more bubbles and again for those that wanted - food. I could get used, to this lounge malarky. Boarding called and we were off. We had the back of the plane (don't get me started on that) friends upstairs (lucky buggers).

The question "drink of choice" is always asked on every flight. Even though we know the answer already, mine is always rum and coke and Sean, always vodka and coke. Occasionally he'll have a whiskey but more often than not it's vodka.

Settled in for the 13 hour flight, photo taken as that's what I do at the start of every flight and ...... we're off. Sean is asleep in less than 30 seconds and Ob is the same. I however sit and sit and sit and wait for sleep to take over, like it does when I'm at work or in the car (and yes some times when I'm driving) But it didn't come, well if it did it was a burst of 30 seconds and no longer. Grrrr. But it was ok I'll sleep on the 5 hour flight to New York right??

Wrong. No sleep for me then either but at least Sean and Ob had another 5 hours (not mad at all)

After hitting the lounge again In L.A and meeting Super's sister Taters (yes that is her real name) we landed in New York. Wow I love that place. It is honestly amazing. Hard work but amazing.

Bags dumped after... wait for it, the best bit... Arriving in STYLE in a frikken limo. Yes we hired a limo. It was cheaper than hiring a Uber or taxi what ever. As you remember Sean my darling husband likes to save money. So there we were met by Lil Wayne, probably not his name but he was small and looked like a Wayne (kinda) in the back of the limo drinking the duty free vodka that Tristan had the good sense to put in his checked bag from duty free but didn't have the good sense to tell his mate to do the same. A very lucky baggage checker was going to have a good night on that vodka (enough said, not bitter or grumpy at all) Luckily Lil Wayne stocked the back of the limo with Ginger Ale but didn't stock it with quite enough so the vodka mix was about 80/20. Plus Super was pouring and that's never a good idea, between her and Sean you get pissed on one drink.

Andy Whitby blasted out from the speakers and we were balling. No sunroof though so we couldn't do the full wind through our hair down the highway (mind you with my bouff that was probably better) Got to the hotel, bags dumped, shower and make up applied in 5 minutes and to Tonic we headed.

Oh by Christ, I thought the last time Sean and I were it was an unforgettable night (literally... too many Times Squares) This time was a brand new level even for us. We did start out quite tame, Times Squares x 5 all round. Then maybe another round then possibly a third with a side of wings and chips (I think) I still hadn't got my L.A body so refused to eat. Then suddenly a bloody bong comes along (I blame Super, she ordered it and made us all do it) ok so not a bong but a Hooka thing. I can't even remember what the flavoured was, all I know I did not like it and I could not blow smoke rings despite me trying and despite me looking like I was having a fit.

Shots were now appearing on the table but I had the good sense to pass on mine and give them to the next nearest drunkard who happened to be Sean. Taters took a few as well although she put up more resistance than Sean.

At some stage we decided to leave, also after trying to work the bill out and why we were charged an extra $150 bucks for some thing we didn't order, luckily sober Ob was with us. Lots of moaning about the tip that's expected and assumed, actually that was the theme most of the holiday and down right annoying. I'm all for tipping if the service was great but when it's expected that annoys the shit out of me.

Some how between leaving there and what happened next is a bit of a mystery. there are 6 different stories. the crux being Ob and I walked back to the hotel alone. Sean started talking to some random toothless homeless gangster, Tristan disappeared, Super challenged the artist guy that drew her and Taters, but with good reason, as drunk as I was, not one of them had a donut on their head. But from that experience I have realised that I could become a street artist.

People are so drunk that you can draw what you like and they love it (except Super didn't, and she also didn't love the $20 price, but paid it as Taters was being yelled at across the road ...20 bucks, yes 20 BUCKS as she was at the ATM)

They have their own story about what happened next, all I know is that when I woke up Sean was beside me fully clothed and looking worse for wear. No face tattoo's or tigers in the bathroom luckily (well not in New York anyway)

Part 2 to follow....