|The PeacockTail Bar||
in the early 1990's, Albert and I used to host many bonfire parties at Ocean Beach.
Rumor had it; our fires were so huge we formed glass on the beach.
Interesting parties they were as we met some interesting people who
wandered about our bonfires. But when winter came along, we
hosted a party back at THE HOUSE and we named it The Peacocktail Bar.
peacock theme was named after the peacock that pecked my 'Stang in what
would be the start of an important chain of events leading me from my
hourly college job at the zoo giving tours on the Zebra Zephyr to my
entrance into the world of HR and Staffing and a better income. When we threw this
party, Albert and I decided to have a bar menu on the table in case
someone couldn't decide what they wanted to drink. Since we
questioned the literacy of some of our drunken friends, we decided to
make it a picture menu. What you see below is a copy of that
picture menu for The PeacockTail Bar. Can you figure out
what the drinks are? I think we were a little buzzed ourselves
when we created this menu. The last drink of the night was
the mystery bucket, which consisted of the remains from each mixed