#205: Plan B
i started listening to This American Life lately. I've always heard that it's a really amazing radio show, but i don't really have a radio anymore. However, i do have an ipod, so i can listen to the podcasts they release. It's nice to listen to while i'm working for long hours, especially at night. that makes me sound lonely or something, but really, it's just that after 2 1/2 years of listening to music in an attempt to keep my energy up, it's a nice change of pace. just being interested in what they're saying is more effective.
anyways, so, apparently the Jose Cuervo company bought an island, and named it Cuervo Nation- a place to send contest winners and take press gigs and shit. that's kind of weird in itself, but the opening stanza of this story is so hilarious and amazing that i wanted to share it.
"He stood at the dock waiting for us as our ferry chugged over from Tortola. Shaven headed; goateed; he sort of looked like Anton LaVey, were it not for the speedos, mirror shades, and red super hero cape. A satanist at spring break.
Through a megaphone he alerted us that we were now entering a party zone. As we disembarked, he began scooting maniacally around us with a tequila shot balanced on his bald head, daring us to suck it down without using our hands.
This.. was Cuervo Man.
The other Cuervo representatives were there to teach us about tequila. Cuervo Man, I was told, was there to party with us. His job was to party. And just I began to grasp the frightening, yet thrilling, ramifications of this fact, Cuervo Man spotted me. He pointed to his shot crowned head, opened his arms wide, and chased me down the dock.
Cuervo Man's real name is Ryan McDunna. I learned this from the Cuervo Reps, who I think were a little annoyed that I was asking so few questions about their tequila, and so many questions about the man who seemed to be their trained tequila monkey. Actually, I was told, the term is Party Catalyst."
anyways, so, apparently the Jose Cuervo company bought an island, and named it Cuervo Nation- a place to send contest winners and take press gigs and shit. that's kind of weird in itself, but the opening stanza of this story is so hilarious and amazing that i wanted to share it.
"He stood at the dock waiting for us as our ferry chugged over from Tortola. Shaven headed; goateed; he sort of looked like Anton LaVey, were it not for the speedos, mirror shades, and red super hero cape. A satanist at spring break.
Through a megaphone he alerted us that we were now entering a party zone. As we disembarked, he began scooting maniacally around us with a tequila shot balanced on his bald head, daring us to suck it down without using our hands.
This.. was Cuervo Man.
The other Cuervo representatives were there to teach us about tequila. Cuervo Man, I was told, was there to party with us. His job was to party. And just I began to grasp the frightening, yet thrilling, ramifications of this fact, Cuervo Man spotted me. He pointed to his shot crowned head, opened his arms wide, and chased me down the dock.
Cuervo Man's real name is Ryan McDunna. I learned this from the Cuervo Reps, who I think were a little annoyed that I was asking so few questions about their tequila, and so many questions about the man who seemed to be their trained tequila monkey. Actually, I was told, the term is Party Catalyst."