(That title will make a lot more sense once this awesome film sees its rightful North American release…)

So it’s August of 2002 and a younger, blonder AC is sharing an elevator ride to the lobby of his Sydney hotel with a Friendly Kiwi.

“Where you from?” he inquires.
“Canada.” I reply.
“Going to New Zealand?”
“Not this time, I’m afraid…”
“Why not?”

Cut to five years later where a slightly older and less peroxided AC has just taken Air New Zealand up on their offer of discounted passage to Auckland and Wellington, where I’ll be checking in on Second City alumnus Derek Flores.

August has traditionally been a slow month for work, and with both my TourCo and Neutrino gigs wrapping at the end of July this year will be no exception.

And hey, what better way to celebrate unemployment than to spend a whack of money travelling to another hemisphere?