I decided to use my local celebrity status for a good cause, and partnered up with my new friend J to sell the Grizzlies 2011 Calendar. A calendar featuring scantly clad rugby players was sure to be a hit in a bar full of men, and some lesbians, and some straight girls who brought along their 'straight' boyfriends for a birthday celebration. J and I decided to have a friendly competition to see who could sell the most calendars between this. I am always up for a good competition, and like any challenge, I aim to win.
I faced my calendar challenge head on and came up with quite an amazing sales pitch. In exchange for buying me a drink, I would sell them a calendar. Obviously the conditions have to be quite favorable for this to work, and really it was very simple. I would go up to someone who had noticeably been drinking and say, "I have a deal for you. If you buy me a drink, I will sell you a calendar." My idea actually worked quite well, and before I knew it, I was selling left and right, and to top it off...my drink was always full.
One patron asked for a kiss, so he got one...on the cheek. Apparently that wasn't what he had in mind, and asked for a refund. All sales were final, and I was only selling calendars, not myself.
Along with selling calendars, I mingled with the crowd some, and enjoyed my free drinks. My sales scheme worked so well, I sparked the interest of a guy sitting at the bar. His roomate was insistent that I was perfect for him and that we should get to know each other. By this point in the evening, it was a bit late and all parties involved had had a drink or two in their systems. I mostly took this with a grain of salt, but kept up appearances by acting interested in the conversation. I don't usually like to be set up my other people, especially when the person I am being set up is sitting right behind me, but not speaking up for himself. After speaking at great lengths with Roomate Number 1, Roomate Number 2 stepped in. I was soon able to discover that Roomate Number 2 had spent a brief period of her life living in Michigan, and next up came the ultimate deal breaker....
For what felt like an eternity, but was probably more like 4 minutes, Roomate Number 2 screamed at me about how much she hates Michigan State and will always be a Michigan fan. She was actually yelling quite loudly, expressing her distaste for the greatest college of all time. After she finished her tirade, she invited me out back to smoke a bowl. I had to politely decline her offer, as I am not one who is interested in smoking pot, especially with a Spartan hating drunk Michigan fan. The guy in question, who I did manage to have a limited conversation with ended up giving me his number...twice.
After a few more laps around the bar, and a few more drinks, I did end up selling more than J. I did my fair share of work to support the team, and frankly I am proud to support the Nashville Grizzlies, especially if I get to drink for free while doing so!
P.S. Be sure to buy your very own calendar! It's quite the hot commodity. http://www.grizzliesrugby.org/