PhotobucketGood to see the local hostel­ries pro­mot­ing respon­si­ble drink­ing: tonight, Blend are not only offer­ing $5 Jäger­bomb tick­ets, but are host­ing a “New Zealand Jäger­bomb record attempt” at 9pm. I real­ly don’t envy the street clean­ers who’ll have to deal with Wake­field St tomor­row morn­ing.

Even those not tempt­ed by such excess might some­times dream about liv­ing in a bar. Well, here’s the next best thing. The for­mer Imbibe is being stripped out in antic­i­pa­tion of its rede­vel­op­ment by the love­ly Bresolin boys, and tomor­row from 10am to mid­day they’re hav­ing a “bar garage sale”, sell­ing off every­thing from glass­ware and lamp­shades to tables, couch­es and “even the kitchen sink”. So to relive the glo­ry days of Imbibe (pineap­ples option­al) at your own pad, get on down to Swan Lane and duke it out with the oth­er pun­ters in search of a bar­gain.

Many barflies say they’ll die for a drink, but some take it too lit­er­al­ly. At the new­ly opened Lager­field, one unlucky punter found in their Mar­ti­ni an unwant­ed cou­ple of gar­nish­es in addi­tion to the olives: two very dead lit­tle fruit­flies. Worse, there was too much ver­mouth. Still, what a way to go. (And by the way, the staff were appro­pri­ate­ly hor­ri­fied and rec­ti­fied the sit­u­a­tion with aplomb, so I’d agree with CC Vince that it’s worth check­ing out.)