Just last Summer I was confronted by a “friend” to participate in a friendly wager that I couldn’t stay off Twitter for a week. If I won the bet, I would win a whole case (4-six packs) of Guinness (the other side of the bet wasn’t important because I knew I was not going to lose).
At first, I was torn between my two vices. Do I turn my back on my many followers for my sweet dark love? It was one of the hardest decisions ever. Soon, I snapped out of it and thought to myself, “My followers have never done ANYTHING for me.” Who was there when I got fired? Guinness. Who was there when my girlfriend left me? Guinness Extra Stout and Craigslist “Casual Encounters” listings (that’s a whole other blogpost). So, like expected, I agreed to the bet and it was by far the longest 168 hours of my entire life. Besides the overwhelming feeling of my entire world crashing down on me, most of that week is now, thankfully, a blur. In the end, I laughed, I cried, but most importantly, I won and got completely drunk.
I got a chance to meet some of the Guinness representatives at an open bar event last fall and they quickly recognized my ability to chug a pint of their beer with swift, merciless action and reckless abandon. Fast forward a couple of months later and thanks to a higher power (Blue Flame marketing) I was asked to be one of the faces of Guinness’ digital campaign. You can now go to the Guinness Facebook page and see my facial fluff basking in debauchery and covered in fluffy, brown foam. Bottoms up!
