Beatles, Booze & Bad Decisions: A Liverpool Story
Let me give a build up. This trip was meant to be a day trip. A day out with boys, wanting to explore the city and it’s just a 90 minute train journey. I went alone from Sheffield to meet 2 of my friends who live there. A little bit of sightseeing, a couple of drinks maybe, a quick bite and return home. Sounds like a plan? And to be fair we did start off quite well. Took pictures near the Fab Four, walked the dock, saw the cathedral, and then it started raining, so we rushed to The Cavern Club around 2. That’s when the chaos began. Now before we dive into the story, to all our lovely folks who just want a chill day out without chaos, that’s where you stop. Most of the places can be covered by foot and even if you dine at the Bread Street Kitchen & Bar, you’d not spend more than £50.
Being said that, that’s what we were supposed to do. One pint was all it was supposed to be. However, one of my mates just went through a bad breakup so we didn’t realise when it turned to 3. Then came our next bad decision, “let’s have a shot, it would balance it out”, science you know. By the time we got out of that place it was 6 and we were discussing the historic win of India against Australia at Gabba!
I remember going to the Duke Street Market to grab a bite, however, no-one wanted to eat, all of us wanted to drink, I had already made my mind of staying over at my friends place as there was no chance I could catch the train in time and even if I did, I knew I’d end up puking in the train. So next, we wandered into Heebie Jeebies around 7:30ish for a whiskey and coke, and some live music. The place was quiet for some time but once it started filling up, it got loud and crazy. I remember seeing one of my friends in deep conversation with what looked like the Wonder Women. Then they said something to the security guy together, and in return he smiled, then proceeded to throw 7 people out of the place, 3 of us and 3 other girls with the Wonder Women. We did all share a laugh on that later because we got to know that they asked the security guy for grass!
Still, it was just 10 past and nobody was in a hurry to go home.So we went on to Bold Street. The next few hours are blurred, but I do remember dancing with a women twice my age, making out with Wonder Women, losing a sock somehow, and taking centre stage in a group picture where I didn’t know anyone. We managed to get home around 2am.
The next morning was the time when we fully realised our actions. We had lost things more than just money, had loads of weird and blurry selfies on our phones, our contact lists had grown by approximately 5%, call logs showed calls made and someone spoke for more than 15 minutes but we didn’t even know who, and I had texted my friends “where are you?” 3 times each, one of them had a selfie with me where I was texting him! I remember a text sent by me to Wonder Women: “Did you make it back alive? x”
All in all, I came back to Sheffield that evening with memories which can be ranged from mildly embarrassing to genuinely unprintable. A accurate description of the evening which turned to be a full-blown bender—giving me some of the most chaotic, spicy memories that I’ll never fully piece together.
Final thoughts on Liverpool? Absolute menace of a city. She lures you in with Beatles charm and throws you headfirst into a alcohol-fueled fever dream.
Would I do it again?
Absolutely YES!.
If you’re heading up there with the boys, bring stamina, spare socks, and a loose grip on your dignity.
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