Laura and I have made it to Wellington. This is the capital of New Zealand and where they filmed a good bit of Lord of the Rings. (That's right. This blog is both entertaining and educational. Keep reading.)
Anyway, we're here staying in another hostel. They're all starting to kind of run together at this point. And we're only like a week and a half into this trip. So it's Easter Monday here and apparently these New Zealanders take their Easter holidays very seriously. Like, I'm all for celebrating here, but we're going on four days of every city we've been in being totally dead. Wellington, which looks like it might have a fun nightlife (highest number of cafes per capita in New Zealand. Don't you like how I just keep teaching?), is a ghost town.
We were planning on going to some place called Mac's Brewery that I'd read about in my Let's Go New Zealand books. I'm a devoted reader of these books by the way. We differ on some things. Like, the books are kind of anti Starbucks and say things like "thank goodness, Wellington only has three" when all I can think is "where are those three located?" but for the most part, the books are quite helpful.
Anyway, so the plan was to go to Mac's. It was on the harbor and supposed to be quite nice. However, after walking there, we realized Mac's was closed. For Easter Monday obviously. So, dejected and hungry, we walked back towards the hostel. Which is where we came across Blend. Blend was the only restaurant open and looked cool enough from the outside, so we went in.
Turns out Blend was having a Gangsta Rap theme night. Awesome. So basically a bunch of white New Zealanders were dressed up in their best imitation gangster outfits complete with bandannas, baggy pants, hoodies, bling and fake hand guns. Rap music ranging from Run DMC to Eminem was playing on large TVs and speakers all around and these crazy New Zealanders were dancing on tables.
Laura and I settled in, ordered our dinner and sang along to Baby Got Back because, well, why not? After dinner we watched as the bartender made a REALLY long line of Red Bulls down the bar. Then he proceeded to expertly place shot glasses on top of each and then fill each shot with jager. Finally, a girl dressed in droopy camo pants and a backwards visor climbed on the bar, tapped the first shot and the rest fell like dominoes as the crowd cheered and Nelly sang. And everyone took jagerbomb shots.
Just another Monday night in New Zealand I guess.
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I enjoy the fact that every other place was closed out of respect for the Easter holiday, and the one place that was open was saying, "Yes, by all means, bring all the fake handguns you've got!" I guess if you are going to be open on Easter Monday, you might as well pop some fake caps in somebody's ass.
When you say "everyone" took Jaeger shots, I hope that includes you and Laura.
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