Danbag213, of Reddit, gets lucky with his beverage of choice.
It was the summer of 2003 and I had just turned 21. I was sitting on my back porch with friends drinking beer, like we had been doing everyday since school had ended. I saw the number to call on the can and thought it would be funny for me to give them a call. I called in whilst a little bit drunk to tell them "I looooooove your beer, I drink it everyday."
The person on the other end of the line snickered a little bit and asked how many of the products my household consumed in a week. "Like how many cases?" I asked. They wanted to know how many cans. I told them it would be a little bit for me to do the math, there were 8 or 9 guys that were hanging out at the house on a regular basis chugging beer like it was our job. I did the math as quickly as I could and came back with about 800 cans per week, I thought it was a fair estimate. The person again laughed a little, but kept their professionalism while taking down my information so they could send me a "care package." In only a few days after the call, I received the care package. It contained a hat, shirt, coozy, bottle opener, marker, and a letter addressed to me from the company thanking me for being a patron. We all kind of laughed about it and continued on with our summer of drinking madness.
We were having the summer of spring breaks, we would pick a new year each week and only listen to music from that year. I can't recall what year we were on when I got a call about a week after receiving the care package. "Are you danbag213?" said the voice that was calling my cell phone from a hidden number. "Yeah, who are you?" I said while wearing the hat and shirt from the package, finishing one of their beers, getting ready to go get another case from the store, it was my second beer of the day so I was alright to drive. The lady identified herself as a person from a promotion agency and said that "because you looooove that beer so much" that they were sending us out to Los Angelos to board the Stuff Magazine party jet and fly us into Vegas to stay at the Palms for the weekend. "Yeah right, who the fuck is this?" I asked. She repeated it and reiterated the fact that she was serious.
The trip happened about 2 months later. It ended up that there were 7 other groups on the trip and all of them had entered the contest through a form on the inside of a case of the beer, I had just gotten lucky and maybe called and said the right things when they still had a spot to fill. The gave us coupons to eat at all the places at the Palms and the only money that I had to bring was money to gamble. We went back to our rooms on the second night to find that they gave us a Clive backpack, Man Show pint glasses (juggies had been feeding us beers on the party jet), and a portable cd player. It ended up being a promotional event for a lingerie company that was having a show out by the pool and the beer company together. We saw many celebrities, none too famous, and drank lots of beer and cocktails while gambling and partying like rockstars. We had like backstage passes that got us into all the clubs and events without having to wait in line and we got free drinks wherever we went. It was something that I'll probably never experience again and it was crazy.
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