Rachel and Andy visted us at the weekend, and for their efforts we took them into town for a night out. First stop was Baa Bar for some cheap beer and shooters, before we made our way to Liverpool’s answer to the Star Wars Cantina, Krazy House.
We were there so early that the staff seemed kind of puzzled to see us, but it meant that we could get in a good few games of pool before regular folk and weirdo’s alike amassed at the mecca of mayhem on this particular Saturday night. After the pool, we spent the entire night on the K1 floor, and surprisingly I quite enjoyed myself, despite previously having bailed to the floors above when it got a bit heavy on K1. Saturday night, though, the music wasn’t too hard going, with a mix of obvious stuff like Rammstein and The Prodigy, to Linkin Park and other way more obscure stuff that swept along at break–neck pace.
The fact that we were in the door by nine pm and didn’t leave until three am shows how much fun we were having. Three quid on the door equates to 50p per hour, which is a steal in comparison to quite a few other pretentious dives in the city. Fliss topped off the night by performing a back-flip off of a set of barrels that you can dance upon. If you’re nuts. Okay, when I say “back-flip”, read that as “fell like a sack of spuds” taking the girl beside her and some guy who looked like Jesus along for the flight. On impact she managed to make a bit of a mess of the back of her leg and left arm, but got straight back up again ” to prove to the world that it hadn’t hurt” or something to that effect. Both leg and arm are healing nicely – pride was cushioned entirely by alcohol and escaped unharmed!
By the time we’d managed to get a taxi home we were all completely spent, crawling in the door around 4am.