On a Pink Mojito
I’ve just arrived home after a lovely evening with my flatmates.
We don’t really hang out that much, since we’re all rather busy, but this evening we had organised a bit of socialising, in the form of a trip to the cinema.
We were going to see Chronicle –
although less because we really wanted to see it, and more because it was the only thing on at an appropriate time that hadn’t already been seen by one of us, or that contained one or more of the following, vetoed, themes: chick-flickyness, horror or animals – but we hadn’t realised that today was actually the day that the film opened, and so arriving 15 minutes beforehand and hoping to buy our tickets wasn’t really going to work.
Change of plans.
Cocktails at Popolo.
On Wednesday night their mojitos are only £3.95, so I went for a Pink Mojito (since I’m a big cranberry fan) and it was rather lovely.
In summary: pink.