Where: Baltic Creative, Unit 51 When: 9:18 a.m. Drink: Cafe Mocha What a weird morning. This cafe came recommended but we had to walk through a long, desolate, industrial artspace to find it. The walk felt like something out of A Wrinkle in Time, void of humans in eerie morning light. Just us, rows and …
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Hey. This is Day 3. Don't start here. Go to day 1. 🙂 ****** Where: Kings Mill Dock Flats, Liverpool When: 8:38 a.m. Drink: Organic green tea (with honey). Really, I should be asleep. I sound like a toad with a trach. Not sure why. I mean we did shut down The Cavern 6 hours ago. …
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Hardcore Beatlelove. Day TWO. ****** Where: The Cavern Pub When: 6:56 p.m. Drink: Heineken Finally here! Arrived by train to a rainy, temperate Liverpool. By temperate I mean 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Someone please remind me not to wear bell bottoms in inclement weather. By the time we walked to our flat, I'd soaked water up to …
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My bestie and I travelled 4,739 miles from Texas to Liverpool to celebrate birthdays, friendship, and a mutual lifelong love of the best band in the history of the universe ever. (Ever ). We regressed to silly, giggling, (occasionally) weeping teenagers in that cold, rainy, pulsing city and it was AWESOME. For 6 days I …
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This isn't a short story. This happened. A DAY IN THE LIFE December 13, 2000 2 a.m. Woke up, fell out of bed. December in England is NO JOKE. Especially half-naked in the dark. My bare feet hit the freezing floor and I bumbled around, trying to gather clothes and wits. What the hell do …
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One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …
Christopher and I were in Turkey on September 11th but that wasn't my choice. I wanted a holiday in Sicily. I wanted to sit under those lemon trees drinking grappa like Michael Corleone! But Christopher wanted Istanbul and he wasn't budging. So we did what anyone would do. We flipped a coin. That coin was STILL in …
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Jennifer Kabay 