It is too late to call her, but first thing this morning, I'm on the phone. Even had she not arranged this gift (oh how sad is the English language that all I must call this is a gift. A scarf is a gift; new pajamas are a gift; Colbert's iPod was a gift. Nay, this sublime offer transcends giftiness... words fail.) Where was I? Oh, yeah, she was a charming woman who acknowledged she had the best job in the whole world as her firm does public relations for Jameson in the U.S.
I wanted to interview her, but, good PR person that she is, she demurred and offered to arrange an interview with a real Jameson person.
And so it goes. Soon, I will report on the conversation with this representative from the nectar of the gods. I will let you, my faithless readers, know if I can convince them that I would be an excellent international spokesperson for Jameson... or if not international, perhaps in the Commonwealth of Virginia. And, last but certainly not least, I will reveal my next giftiness scheme. Of course, In Jameson Veritas will remain my tagline for eternity or death, whichever comes first, but there must be other ways to wheedle free stuff from companies.
Stay tuned. And, to Mr. Colbert, don't look back. I may be closing in on you.
In Jameson Veritas
Article comments
1 - David
Your story brings a tear to the eye. Truly inspirational!
In Bushmills Veritas (well, it's worth a shot ;-)),
David
2 - Mark Eden
Mazel Tov!
When's the party?
Mark
3 - Mark Schannon
David, hah, the Bushmills people are no where near as farsighted as the noble folks at Jameson. But giftiness is not something that comes naturally; one needs to work on it, so keep trying.
And thanks, Mark. Nice name, by the way. Party, what party?
In Jameson Veritas
4 - Condor
Any chance of a close encounter with Wild Turkey 101?
5 - Mark Schannon
101? An entry level drinking experience! Hah. Not a chance. Now if you've got some Wild Turkey 401 or a graduate course, I might be interested.
In Jameson Veritas