For those outside the UK Blackpool is a traditional sea side town in the north of England which is a base for hen party's and stag weekends along with those who cant think of an excuse but still go to drink too much. This is how I went a few weekends back,the feeble excuse was a works sports competition. With a boring stressful job and a simply stressful life it was one of the occasional blow outs I have per year,essential for anyone and everyone. A chance to blow out the cob webs and be away from everything with friends. It is also I believe crucial for marriage and parent child relationships to get away from each other once in a while.
The train left at 9 50 and we all resisted the drink till at least 9 55,it was a mass sigh of relief to be away. The first leg took 3 hours and the second leg to Blackpool an hour so the massive pile of cans of lager and cider was much depleted by the time we arrived. Off to the hotel,dump belongings and then off boozing again was the days plan,we arrived back at the hotel at around 3 am the next morning all slightly the worse for wear but all relaxed and happy.
It isn't a rule for everyone to get hammered to relax but it does work to do something out of character once in a while. This could explain the bedraggled group who appeared downstairs after around 5 hours sleep at most. Tales were told of who ended up where and what happened but as most of this remains classified its time to move on. Due to bad weather,bad planning and bad playing the sport can be glossed over as a mere interruption in the weekend so we jump from breakfast to early evening. After a maximum of 14 hours sober we started again in the hotel bar. A few more drinks,a massive Nepalese buffet and back out into the wet night.
After a few hit and miss attempts to find somewhere to go we ended up in a bar with 2 drag queens playing cheesy pop records and that's where we remained till 3 am. Then after a game of rugby with a blow up sheep,a chat with some beautiful women and some dodgy food it was back once more to the hotel. To go to bed,to rest;no to keep drinking till 5 am. ,Breakfast time was seen by 3 of the 9 of us,as the bodies appeared slowly we regrouped and headed home. Not surprisingly most of the way home was sleep. This extreme drinking weekend wont appeal to all but it is something that can,basically forget how old you are and how old you feel and let yourself go once in a while.