This just in. The items I work with everyday like cool promotional keychains and cozy custom mugs have improved my social life. I spent my last weekend mingling with strangers and promotional products. Almost everywhere, I see custom imprinted items and feel like, "Hey that's my brother over there. The most handsome promotional trade show giveaway I've ever seen." Other times I say, "Oh look at my sweet customized water bottles. They've grown sooooo much." Either way, you understand that a very real and empowering relationship exists between us. Because of this, I feel that whenever I see promotional products it is my job, like a proud grandmother, to brag, brag, brag.
Thursday night I went to my spot on the Nautical Mile. It's the sleaziest hole in the wall you'll find down there on the Freeport Canal, but it's mine. Bras hang from the ceiling, drinking games are always encouraged, and weirdoes flourish there. See- I fit right in. One conversation began when I read the familiar, "Tapout" on a guy’s shirt. My siblings and I get together to watch (UFC) people kick each others butts every week. Because of his promotional apparel I had my first conversation about the UFC and actually knew what I was talking about. But my favorite bar patrons that night we're an unlikely pair. A 60 something year old grump with long grey hair and motorcycle equipment and a round, tattoo covered jolly 40-something guy. After friendly conversation and many jokes, the taller of the two began mumbling, "Aaah you don't know meee. Ahh you don't know." He eventually came out and said it. "You know Lynard Skynard, you know us. I'm Riiickey. I'm Rickey Medlocke." I had to question him, "Well then what are you doing here with that guy?" "He's my body guard!" he slurred. I unfortunately couldn't believe him. If he had promotional keychains autographed by the band maybe I wouldn't have dismissed his lies so quickly.
(He actually did look like him.)
Friday night I spent with a best friend in NYC at a concert. The show was amazing. The Ours and Blue October gave moving and musically blissful performances. There were of course, annoying fans screaming at all the wrong parts and bouncing into me, I called them Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb. Though I didn't buy any of Blue Octobers promotional products, I did manage to have a charades conversation with the band's lead guitarist as he stood on the balcony looking down to me by the stage after the show. How romantic- I'm not a groupie.
On Saturday I celebrated my cousin’s engagement with an awesome cocktail party in her backyard. My uncle was excited about showing off his custom automatic wine opener and I was more excited to tell him that we sell them at Motivators. The promotional appliance got a ton of use that night and the bottles piled up one and the other, until I was sent away happily holding an awesome custom imprinted wedding favors. What a wonderful weekend.