Modo

Events began in the evening when the mutual decision was taken to obviate the usual languid stupor of Dan’s bedroom. At first we were going to the local pub for a quiet drink. This soon evolved, however, into a full-blown trip to Liverpool. We had heard of a neat jazz club in the city and were all eager to sample its rhythmic delights. Alas, it was too good to be true, and in a harsh and irreparable irony the club was closed until the following day. Against Dan’s self-proclaimed better judgement, we hiked towards the Albert Dock in hope that the Café Jazz Bar was still running. It was not. A sharp one hundred and eighty-degree turn had us retracing our steps, and we headed for the Modo bar, which turned out to be quite a chilled venue. Downstairs, the place was furnished with comfortable leather couches. We parked ourselves around a carefully chosen table and ordered a bottle of red wine. Massive Attack soothed our ears, and consoled our hearts. This was the place. To begin with conversation was lax and hard to undertake due to the wide spacing of seats, but soon a two-way rapport began between Ben and myself, while Dan and Gaz initiated their own talk. Inhibitions slowly began to dissolve and by the second bottle of wine, after some bad noise, we decided to move into a small alcove adjacent to us. The music was subdued by the geometry of the walls and the seating, and conversation flowed at a more spirited pace. We were only occasionally rattled by a mild paranoia about how we looked like two gay couples, but this was soon drowned by the rosy cabernet and forgotten.
The night progressed with a similar continuity. We made our departure at 11:30pm and took a taxi back to Wallasey. The night went on until 4am, consisting of a lot of insane chat around a candle-lit garden table. Myself, Ben, Chris, Gaz, Dan, Holly and Laura wept with mirth, mostly originating from the antics of Ben’s face. I felt out of touch for some anonymous reason, and moved in and out of this disposition for the rest of the morning. The night urged its own death, and we went our separate ways in the faint azure glow of dawn.