This past Saturday the Longhair and I attended an event, an activation, a movement, a launch, a brand statement…. well at least that was what everyone else there called it. In my day we called it a piss up!
The invite said to wear something blue and sparkly so I eagerly accepted on behalf of two blue eyes.
What a pity that the Gas Guzzler was parked in as we would have then be able to demonstrate a bit of old money at the event. I am sure that the old 450 would have felt quite at home amongst all the gleaming machines parked outside of the Radisson waiting patiently for their bright young owners throwing back Skyy Vodka with great abandon whilst sliding their eyes over the eager eye candy present.
But at the end of the day it was a good thing that we took the Pavement Mounter instead – otherwise we would have had to park very far from the venue.
The reception at the Radisson Blu foyer from the Skyy Vodka ladies in short little blue dresses (Is blue the new black I wonder?) was slick and pleasant. The Longhair and I did feel a little bit ‘Jacob and One of his Wives’ish’ surrounded as we were by big stern looking guys with pig tails curling from their ears. Where they there to make sure we drank enough or just to make sure that we didn’t we wondered.
We elegantly avoided the obligatory happy snaps booth and vaulted not so elegantly over the velvet lines to the lifts – demonstrating our eagerness to sample the promised vodka rather than posing for selfies, after all we know what we look like and would prefer not to inflict that horror on any but close (ish) family!
What a pleasant surprise to see a couple of mates and what felt like half of the Longhair’s peers from the Tops Distribution centre. It certainly looks like the nerd look with clear glasses has become the next great pick up line. Many a fellow whom I know for sure is not eyesight challenged was spotted sporting a great big pair of clear black rimmed glasses.
That Skyy Vodka is a mover in the retail market was brought home to me when a liquor store owning mate of mine told me that he moves a pallet of Skyy a week – at 56 cases with 12 bottles each that works out to around R124000.00 a week. I am in the wrong business …………
A great thing about Saturday night was that we got to find out from Algoa FM Deputy MD and Financial Director, Kevin Reed that his sister was married to an old school teacher of mine – Blade Mackenzie, who was also at the event. Blade received his nickname from not so grateful pupils who had been subjected to his league squash strengthened right arm as it dished out a few on the bum. Given the choice of two from blade or six from the Rector most would choose the feeble Rector’s swinging arm. To this day I remember three from Blade that were dished out with unerring accuracy and raised a single welt across the buttocks – what a legend.
In my pre-shaving, hang on to the bum fluff at all costs days, Mr Mackenzie would tell me to stand closer to my blade in the morning – I was too shy to ask him if he understood then why I always used to move closer to him when he said that!
And the vodka?
As you well know me I am a troglodytic Fanta Brown guzzling philistine reveling in being a grumpy old bugger who cannot understand why anyone would want to disguise the taste of good old booze with fancy mixers and stuff. If you have to flavour your drink with all manner of sweet stuff then you need to go back to the girl’s hostel and sing into your hair brush.
For me the true test of any alcohol is neat with a single block of ice to tone the heat down a bit – I was probably the only person present to order my drink so and, yes, it was rather smooth, intoxicating and fiery with a bit of a bite – “Just the way I like it,” I said to the Longhair much later after the event.
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