Kiwi Time.

My first exposure to New Zealand came about seventeen years ago when I met Cindy and Gavin, who were from the place. This was a fairly extreme party time in my life, when we'd go through bartender books to prepare drinks with things like layers of liquors, frequently topped with flames. Perhaps you've had one of those nights where someone starts calling out names of drinks- new and old- that sound "interesting"? Slippery Nipples, Flaming Doctor Peppers, Sidecars, Rusty Nails, Pink Ladies, and Sidecars, anyone? On quiet, still mornings, I can still hear my head throb from the hangovers those nights produced. Anyway, Cindy and Gavin definitely came along at the right time. I remember Gavin's boast that he could drink my well-stocked bar dry. He didn't, but not from lack of effort. Those days were a long, long time ago. Three glasses of Scotch qualifies as a "wild night" these days. In any event, though I haven't heard a thing about them in probably fifteen years, I think of Cindy and Gavin from time to time. This post is dedicated to the Land of the Kiwi. A tip of the hat to anyone that can name the link between each photo or clip and New Zealand.