The post show plan was to go to a place called Whammy Bar, a few blocks away. Like most of the shows on this tour, and others, HP always falls victim to some kind of competition for an audience. In ‘05, Rise Against played up the street from our show in Berlin. Tonight, there was a roller derby event, and apparently that’s the hot thing in Auckland right now. Well, that made sense when we arrived at Whammy Bar because that’s where the roller derby afterparty was going on. We didn’t have a terrible crowd at The Thirsty Dog, but a little on the small side for a Saturday night with three local support bands.
The night went “zero to forty” (yeah, I know it’s sixty, this is an inside joke) from the moment we got to WB. No more shots, but lots of beer, and that usually leads to lowered inhibitions. Throw in some ’80s pop songs (Cyndi Lauper, Michael Jackson, etc.) and it was the beginning of the end for me. Scott claims he tried to play “wingman" for me with the ladies, but once I started dancing he said it was a lost cause. Bryan and Dave agreed with him, that all bets were off with the ladies at that point, but those married-with-children jokers had it all wrong. That was the point were I decided I no longer gave a shit about being “cool” and trying to pick up some local kiwi chick. I spent two weeks playing it “cool” and trying to live up to this Southern Hemisphere, folklore, bullshit and guess what? It’s just that, bullshit. What happened in Brazil in ‘07 is as rare as blue moons, Haley’s Comet, and Vancouver Island Marmots.
Darryl went over to Whammy Bar with us and we had a great time hanging out and getting to know the man behind the twisted Murder Burger marketing campaigns, and ideas for swag. He was actually the first to bail, but no criticisms there because it was really late, and Bryan cruised not long after. Scott and I stayed the course like we vowed at the start of the evening. I believe “Drink all night, sleep all flight” was the theme. We both did quite well. I actually tried to bail out at some early-morning hour, but after getting some food from a Turkish kebab shop, I went back to the car to wait for the others. I waited, and waited, and waited, before finally realizing it was a bad idea. I went back to WB and found Rahhpz and some others still hanging out. They gave me a lift back to Dave’s place sometime after 6:00AM.
We slept until 9:00AM when Dave woke us for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with mushrooms, ham and coffee. Just what I needed to soak up the excess alcohol while I packed up my shit for the long flight home. Rahhpz picked us up at Dave’s just before 11:00, and we were off to the airport.
Horace Pinker, Dave and Boston.