Oh hi, I have a boyfriend. Did you know that? I mean, I shove his picture into everyone’s faces as soon as I greet them so if you didn’t know, NOW YOU FUCKING DO.
Dis him btw.
But enough of me self-wanking over how gross and lucky I am – back to the point of the post.
I was approached by the lovely people at Mercure and Stay Local to come and spend a weekend in Bristol at the Grand Hotel– a city I have only ever visited on a stop through to Cardiff for ‘trademark best concert I’ve ever been to that wasn’t Little Mix and that featured Razorlight, Oasis and Foo Fighters’.
I was promised a walking tour, dinner and afternoon tea as well as a stay at the lovely Mercure Grand. Because a press trip is the ultimate blogging goals and I’m still waiting for the Santorini knock at the door, I jumped at the chance. As soon as I said yes, I realised this was the prime opportunity to see if Ben (boyf) wanted to come as A) Hotel sex is always great and B) They say you never know someone until you’ve holidayed with them.
And this was a bloody holiday.
We started our weekend getting excited over train snacks at the station. Ben was given that prestigious task and nailed it with Prosecco and all the salt and vinegar crisps. First lesson learned – good at train snacks.
We spent the journey playing ‘Bogies’ and discussing our work day before arriving into Temple Meads ready for the Welcome dinner.
Our room was delicious and as much as the temptation was there to bang on every bit of furniture to reaaaallly Christen to place – we had a dinner to attend to and other bloggers to meet.
We ventured downstairs to the ‘Keepers’ restaurant where everyone was mingling and ordering cocktails. I sort of left him to it because another important thing to learn in new relationships – especially when you’re a blogger – is how your beau reacts in odd situations or ones out of their comfort zone. But before I could get a word in edgeways he was already making everyone laugh and in turn making me happy.
Pause the blog post here and vomit – do it.
The dinner at Keepers consisted of all the cocktails and a beautiful steak and chips course before we made our excuses to leave, head to Tesco for more Prosecco and finish our train snacks in bed whilst cry laughing at the South Park Movie.
The next day we headed out into Bristol for a walking tour of the coolest spots. Not going to lie but as a typical blogger I spent most of the time on social media or looking down a lens so didn’t take it all in. However St Nicholas’s Market, The Christmas Steps and spotting a Banksy were all highlights.
This is where I learned a very important lesson about Ben. He didn’t get annoyed by any of it. By my phone being glued to my hand. By the constant, ‘can you hold this so I can get a picture’. Or even by the incessant need to stop and pose for Insta Stories.
He even managed to snap a few pictures of me before I felt too awkward. I realised then that it’s too early days to pose for 5 minutes with him taking pictures and without me cringing to death. But the lesson I learned was that not only was he not bothered by Blogger Vix but that actually he was supportive of it. Blogger boyfriend Ben not being bothered by blogging? He can stay out of the bin.
Later that day we discussed what we’d like to do for the rest of the weekend over our afternoon tea and we both decided we didn’t want to go home yet. I spontaneously (as I sometimes do) floated the idea of bouncing off to Cardiff for a night and he didn’t spontaneously combust at my impulsiveness. Lesson 37372 about him learnt.
We checked out of the wonderful Mercure and said goodbye to the team and the other bloggers and headed off. I thoroughly recommend a stay there if you’re in the area. Plus I’m sure they’ve changed the sheets since we left. Sunglasses emoji.
Our trip to Cardiff featured many more opportunities to get to know each other better. I told him all about my childhood – which needs to be shared one day as it’s MESSED UP AF. And he didn’t flinch. He told me about his amazing family and friends and I didn’t panic at the thought of meeting them one day. We discussed our career dreams and hopes for the future and they aligned and most importantly – we didn’t stop laughing. He introduced me to Brian Badonde. I introduced him to BALAEGDEH. And we finished the weekend as we started it. Playing stupid games on the train. Trying to embarrass each other and me trying to force the L Bomb out of him.
People say you don’t know someone until you’ve holidayed with them and I can attest to that. Problem is, I now want alllll the holidays with the excuse of getting to know alllll of him.
And if you’ve managed to reach the end of this gush of a post without puking or hating me – I appreciate it. They won’t all be this wanky.
Thanks to the Stay Local and Mercure team for a brilliant weekend!