Horror and Cocktails

More good places to go in Falmouth. Many of them, depends what you’re looking for. I was in a dilemma Saturday, I’d spent the day writing, going out only to breathe some air and post a letter. One of my course friends was planning a Rocky Horror party. I really didn’t want to go. I’m not so good at parties, I never quite know what to do, but I like just talking to people I know, finding a quiet corner. Also, I didn’t want to go because, rather lame I know, I really did have nothing to wear. My wardrobe, despite being increased by the two dresses I made is still very poor. My very kind mum though rang me the other day and told me she has posted two cardigans to me. And she gave me some money to buy a coat which I still haven’t got yet. However, I had nothing to wear for a party.

Probably, I should have gone anyway, but it was dressing up ideally. I guess it wouldn’t have mattered, but it mattered to me. Maybe it would have mattered more to my friend for me to go. I feel bad. Somehow, I just couldn’t face a party. So I didn’t go. I texted and said I had a migraine, which was partly true - I was getting the headache and lights in front of the eyes, but a couple of nurofen helped.

Instead I sat in my room and wrote at my laptop until my eyes hurt. But then one of my housemates texted me to tell me she was in The Shed with her sister who was staying for the weekend, did I want to join them? I did, so feeling a bit guilty I joined them. A friend works there, he was in and made the nicest cocktail I’ve ever had. Okay, I’ve not had that many cocktails, but it was good. A strasmopolitan, basically a cosmopolitan with strawberries, real chunks of strawberries floating in dark pink crushed ice, yum. It turned out to be a good night, and I was glad I went, despite feeling guilty about going to the party. We had fun, and I drank more than I have in a very long time - cocktails and a shot of baileys. So I’d recommend The Shed.