At Cancun’s Mandela nightclub, amongst thousands of sweaty, undulating, scantily clad spring-breakers, my three best girlfriends and I discussed which tequila we should enlist as our elixir for the evening. The tall bottle with the gold and winged tequila goddess on the label was what we unanimously agreed on, namely ‘Gran Centenario.’ It was delicious and strong with notes of caramel and public nudity. At the bottom of a bottle of the stuff, which some fellow party-goers had generously donated to our table, I got a text. A work text. I was being offered a job on a Gran Centenario commercial shoot. What are the odds?! The tequila goddess had been summoned. I said yes, of course, and got right to work upon landing back in Toronto. I was curious if the word ‘gringo’ was acceptable in today’s woke culture and felt the ad was speaking to me personally as I read the script ie. “Don’t be a gringo. A gringo comes back from Cancun with a sunburn as a souvenir.” This tequila goddess sure did have a sense of humour as my belly was as red as a lobster. My first Friday back in the office was the owner’s birthday, which was being held in the office I was supposed to be working in, and, was Mexican themed. All of a sudden, I was working while sipping a margarita and singing karaoke. We made a lovely commercial, posted above, and the tequila goddess stayed on my shoulder for the entire month of March.


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