Finally!
I am off to Liverpool. The entire Beatles catalogue as my official soundtrack
for the six hour bus ride there my mood is a mixture of excited anticipation
and sleepiness. The sleepiness is my own bad judgment of going to bed at two in
the morning and then fooling myself into thinking that I could wake up the next
morning at seven and skip my morning six shots of espresso. I cannot begin to
describe how stupid that was on my part. But if you read my post from Thursday
maybe you can get some inclining how important of what a dependent relationship
I have with sleep and caffeine. Even though I was running late for some reason
I thought it would be a better idea to put some cookies in the oven instead of
getting ready for the day. I plead insanity due to sleep depravation. So I made
these cookies, at least it wasn’t the
least tasty thing I could’ve done.
Lexi
knocked on my door at 8:30, when we were due to meet up. I still hadn’t put my
shorts on so I answered the door in my tights and top. Thank everything that it
was her and not one of the many different people who just let themselves into
our flat to do I couldn’t even tell you. After reading that you might think
there is a flaw in my logic, they let themselves in, they wouldn’t be knocking,
but you would be wrong, I am writing under the impression that they gained some
manners and implemented a courtesy knock. Anyway, back on point, I let Lexi in
and started rambling on an apology as to the fact that I am running late and
also saying we have to go to the hall office and print out our ticket for the
bus. I quickly finish getting ready, neglecting the application of my makeup,
we were out the door by 8:40 and almost ran over the hall office.
Up
on the third floor sitting at the out dated Microsft computers everything went
wrong. Now I know that my id was correct and my password matched perfectly and
Lexi swears the same thing, but that old, poor excuse for a computer desktops
would not let either one of log in. We would just have to pray that they would
print it out for us at the coach way, which by the way, neither Lexi nor me had
any idea were it was. So, we just hopped on the U1 and asked the driver which
stop to get off of and how to get to the coach way from where we were to get
off. He was very helpful but we still ended up having to find the place
ourselves, luckily Lexi knew what the building looked like otherwise I don’t
think we would have been able to find it.
At
the coach way we went to the ticket counter which was this grubbing little room
that two people and the counter barely fit in. He did not look to pleased to
have to print our tickets, he was rolling his eyes the entire time and my
cheery thank you when he handed me the ticket was returned with a stone cold
stare. Oh well, not my fault he was a sour person.
Nothing
eventful really happened on the coach. We stopped in Burmingham for forty
mintues before we changed coaches to continue on the Liverpool. We got lunch at
the sation and then just sat there and talked for about twenty extras minutes
due to the fact that our coach was running late. Our late departure combined
with the traffic we later encountered on the road due to the immense amount of
people on the road for rush our we were over an hour late arriving into
Liverpool which meant that we were not going to be able to get The Beatles
Story museum done on Friday and that we would have to wake up even earlier to
make sure we had time for it on Saturday.
Not
knowing where we were in relations to our hostel we ended up having to get in a
cab which I was really put off by seeing as I believe that cabs are just petty
thiefs. But we did get to our hostel fairly easily and it only cost us eight
pounds total so split between Lexi and I it wasn’t that bad. Still not too
pleased because once we got to the hostel it was no where near as out of the
way as the lady at the coachway made it out to be, but whatever, it is over and
done with now.
The
hostel was very cute and probably the nicest one that I have been in so far. It
was Beatles themed with posters on the walls and the hallways named after songs
(we stayed in the “Penny Lane” hall). The rooms were really nice too, the
bathroom didn’t scare me and was in the room and it looked like it had actually
been cleaned sometime during this year, it even looked like it had been cleaned
sometime during that day. That hostel has probably now spoiled me.
It
was around six o’clock by now and both Lexi and I were starting to get hungry. So
we went down to Albert Dock which was really close to our hostel and also
really close to the ocean which meant that even though I was bundled up like an
eskimo I was so cold that I couldn’t stop shivering. We ended up going into the
first place we saw which ended up being the most American style restaurant we
could’ve gone in. I mean it was a straight up sports bar except that the food
was edible.
On
the dock there was this Ferris wheel and Lexi was obsessed with going on it and
I was just concerned about getting warm so after a while of convincing me that
it did in fact have heat I finally agreed to go. In the end it was really worth
it. It was beautiful and I love heights so seeing all of Liverpool lit up at
night was a really fun experience.
As
soon as we got back to the hostel, despite the fact that the lights were still
on and it was only eleven I just fell right to sleep but only after I had put
on my yoga pants over my tights, my pj shirt, and my sweater over that and
tightly wrapped myself up in the blanket. I don’t really handle being cold to
well.
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