Sunday, 5 June 2011

The best weekend.

Friday afternoon and I go to the station with Chloë to pick up my friends. Phil and Luna. 6 hours on a train just to come to Falmouth for a visit. My other friend Steve was meant to be coming down as well, but because of money, he couldn't make it. 'Let down Emery'.

Even though it was disappointing that he couldn't be with us, he was very much there in spirit. Spirit, in this case, meaning through Phil, Luna and myself all taking the piss out of his voice, his mannerisms and sayings. "Stunnin'" being the word of the weekend, along with many others.

Dinner on friday evening consisted of barbecued burgers. Man points where won and man points were lost. Falmouth town was lovely and relaxed, with pleasant drinks, running up Jacob's Ladder, and some dancing. We tried and failed to entice Steve down for Saturday with the promise of an orgy. The failure was indeed shocking. We thought that this suggestion would be one which he really could not turn down.

Saturday was the reason that the dream team came to stay. The Garden party started at 7pm, so naturally with a whole sunny day to waste we spent it on the beach. It was lovely. Sand, paddles, ice cream, watermelon, wet shorts.

The sun really did give us a glow in preparation for the evening. Our necks, knees and collars where looking slightly more red than what might be considered healthy.

We live by the sea. If you aren't having chips on a regular basis down here then you aren't doing it right.

The sun got shy after our chips, but we sat outside and drank anyway. We had music and warmth. It was a perfect pre-drink for a perfect garden party.

It rained. It rained the heaviest rain it could have. The smell was beautiful, and it really felt like summer. In a weird twisted logic, it made it even more summery. It was so nice to hide under the music marquee together. It was only raining for half an hour, so we weren't too wet.

There was a Carousel.
It was really fun. Steve should have been sitting in-between me and Luna, on the big cockerel, going up and down.

Once again, the fireworks were amazing. No pictures really do them justice. There is something about them, it just makes you feel a bit warm inside.

The Stannary was just the same as ever. Drinks, shots and sticky floors. The music was interesting and the dancing was dodgy, as always.
We stayed until the very end. We walked home and had some reminiscent conversation with some people who I no longer like to see.


The morning after the night before, (This morning). We had an amazing breakfast courtesy of Luna. Two full packets of bacon cooked to crunchy perfection and half a dozen eggs all together in the pan. It tasted as amazing as it looked, and it really hit the spot.

I was quite sad when I dropped Phil and Luna back at the station. I have had such an amazing weekend. I don't think I have had so much fun, or at least in a very long time. I love these guys. Again, it was a shame that Steve couldn't make it, but he tried i guess, and he is gutted that he didn't come down. These are only a few pictures, but the weekend was too good to capture on film or in pixels. I tried very hard though.

This weekend has been one of those rare occasions when you really know what fun should be. It's enjoying your company, laughing at stupid things and not having to force anything 'fun' to happen. I really cannot describe how these last couple of days have made me feel.
This weekend was well and truly stunnin'.

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