this past week was the first (of many according to my schedule for the next couple weeks) media owner holiday party. i was also told it would be the best of the lot, and it was pretty great. the party was a jungle theme and was held at a nice hotel in town. free booze, free food, and a photo booth for everyone who works at mediaworks (a television network here) and ad agencies who was interested in dressing up like a cat/rambo/enlarged hard copy of the jungle book. yep, someone really dressed up like that and man was i jealous.
elephant ice sculpture to keep the rtds cold
perhaps it would have been best to pic the dance floor as a background. so we don't look like we're at a party alone. with the exception of a wolfman?
this was the last photo on my camera from the night. maybe this was one of a series of photos...
of course i started the night out drinking champagne, and ended insisting that i want to act like a "bogen" (that's kiwi for redneck and one of my new favorite words) and drink a "bogen" drink (never missing an opportunity to say it again..). the drink of choice was woodstock, which is a bourbon and cola drink.
something pretty popular here in NZ that doesn't seem as prevalent back home are rtds. i hope it stands for "ready to drink" in a trying-to-be-fashionable kind of way, but if not that's basically what they are. a mixed cocktail drink that is pre-bottled and comes in a pack. they vary in simplicity from a vodka tonic to sex on the beach, and can be purchased pretty much an any liquor store.
not exactly the same as having a cocktail made fresh from behind the bar, but it's certainly good enough for me.
proudly displaying my rtd