I'm a Sellout

My mom and I nearly pissed ourselves laughing a few years ago at a basketball game when it was announced on the jumbotron that Oscar Mayer was the official wiener of the Minnesota Timberwolves.

Corporate sponsorship is everywhere.

Khloe Kardashian’s entire wedding was paid for by vendors clamoring for advertising and companies wanting product placement. I may not look like a Kardashiass, but believe it or not, I can be equally annoying. (I know, you’re stunned.)

So is it really that surprising that I’ve asked Summit Brewing Company to sponsor our wedding?

Let’s back this train up for a minute.

I’m not just some random beer whore, no.

I won a contest last fall where I submitted a thought for folks to ponder while drinking their beer, and Summit recently turned it into a radio commercial. When the marketing execs sent me the audio file, I merely suggested that perhaps they’d like to sponsor us.

And I might have mentioned that I’m utterly shameless and would happily wear a Summit-branded wedding dress.

I may or may not have begged.

We’re still in negotiations but I can't lie...it’s not looking good. Something about restraining orders, blah blah blah.