Across the world the four bottles of booze went, each containing a special ticket that would grant the bearer access to the Gin Factory. The first ticket was found by a most unlikely fellow: a frat boy named Walter. What made it so unlikely was how rarely Walter could afford the expense and grand taste of Ole Grandpa’s spectacular drinks. He had just been rejected by a bridesmaid at the wedding of a rather affluent family and stole the bottle from the bar. Sitting alone in the bushes by a gazebo, contemplating who would be the most interested in a midnight golf course ‘putting session’, he discovered the strange ticket and pocketed it without the slightest recognition. He awoke the next morning, still in the bushes, and was almost able to overcome his hangover at the joy of discovering the pass into the world’s most renown alcohol distillery and the mention of a prize on the ticket. One of the attendee’s would be receiving a lifetime supply of alcohol! The next to discover the prize was a slightly more likely person. In fact, it was no shock to anyone in the neighborhood or to his immediate family when he found the next ticket in a bottle of whiskey. Unfortunately, the man who found it also happened to be quite intoxicated and believing it to be a coupon for some ‘ass-licking bullshit fairy crap’ threw it into a burning trash pile. Unbeknownst to the man, his young son watched him and was quick to rush up and grab the ticket before any damage could be done. The boy’s name was Chatpers and he was twelve. Responding to Ole Grandpa’s website with the correct ID code on the back of the ticket, he confirmed that he was indeed twenty-one but that he would like someone to come in his place. The third person to discover the ticket was sorta kinda maybe as likely as the other two. Her name was Jonah, and she was a woman whose tastes in alcohol were so refined that she only drank Ole Grandpa’s liquors in the most dire of shortages of Chartreuse or Pinot Noir. While grumbling about the poor quality of the Vodka they had purchased she discovered the ticket and after offering it to all her friends (they politely refused such an unseemly trip) decided that it could perhaps be interesting. The only thing that concerned Jonah after that was what to wear.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Other Contestants
Across the world the four bottles of booze went, each containing a special ticket that would grant the bearer access to the Gin Factory. The first ticket was found by a most unlikely fellow: a frat boy named Walter. What made it so unlikely was how rarely Walter could afford the expense and grand taste of Ole Grandpa’s spectacular drinks. He had just been rejected by a bridesmaid at the wedding of a rather affluent family and stole the bottle from the bar. Sitting alone in the bushes by a gazebo, contemplating who would be the most interested in a midnight golf course ‘putting session’, he discovered the strange ticket and pocketed it without the slightest recognition. He awoke the next morning, still in the bushes, and was almost able to overcome his hangover at the joy of discovering the pass into the world’s most renown alcohol distillery and the mention of a prize on the ticket. One of the attendee’s would be receiving a lifetime supply of alcohol! The next to discover the prize was a slightly more likely person. In fact, it was no shock to anyone in the neighborhood or to his immediate family when he found the next ticket in a bottle of whiskey. Unfortunately, the man who found it also happened to be quite intoxicated and believing it to be a coupon for some ‘ass-licking bullshit fairy crap’ threw it into a burning trash pile. Unbeknownst to the man, his young son watched him and was quick to rush up and grab the ticket before any damage could be done. The boy’s name was Chatpers and he was twelve. Responding to Ole Grandpa’s website with the correct ID code on the back of the ticket, he confirmed that he was indeed twenty-one but that he would like someone to come in his place. The third person to discover the ticket was sorta kinda maybe as likely as the other two. Her name was Jonah, and she was a woman whose tastes in alcohol were so refined that she only drank Ole Grandpa’s liquors in the most dire of shortages of Chartreuse or Pinot Noir. While grumbling about the poor quality of the Vodka they had purchased she discovered the ticket and after offering it to all her friends (they politely refused such an unseemly trip) decided that it could perhaps be interesting. The only thing that concerned Jonah after that was what to wear.
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