However, I didn't go to see the festival - I went to see my friends and to say goodbye. This had me running all over the city, literally never without somewhere to go. It was a blast.
There were parties, which were hilarious, and so much fun. Take these pictures as evidence:
My wonderful hosts and partners in crime for the weekend.
Met up with Harry and went to the Auld Hoose for Lunch, in accordance with tradition. This is where we first met and bonded over purple nail polish - and an unhealthy love for chili nachos. Omnom.
Yes, the nachos WERE that big. And no, we COULDN'T finish them. There was no physical way for two relatively small people such as ourselves to finish those off. Oof.
Partners in crime for ever. And also, SUCH sexy beasts.
Went to see Jenny while she was working at the book festival, well, while she was on her lunch break. We sat in the park off of Princes Street, lapping up the weather and the scenery, looking up at the castle and eating yummy ice cream.
Other than that, there was a lot of walking, a lot of running around, a lot of laughter... a LOT of eating.
It was a great weekend. But now I'm back, and I have a list the length of well, a very large book, of things to do and things to pack and ... more things to do, before I leave.
But tonight, I'm seeing my girls for well needed R&R and gossip session. Packing can wait.
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