I think it was back in 2015. I was out one night with my buddy Church. We end up at Ashton Cigar Bar. Ashton is Philadelphia’s premier whiskey, cigar and cocktail bar. Featuring a beautiful, contemporary design and a warm, comfortable atmosphere, It’s located in the heart of Philadelphia’s Center City district. (Actually right across from out salon!)
With a luxurious selection of 200 premium cigars enshrined in a pristine all-glass walk-in humidor, Ashton Cigar Bar has something to please both the cigar connoisseur and novice. Their selection of over 385 whiskeys is renowned as the best whiskey list in Philadelphia. Their epic whiskey collection focuses on Single Malt Scotch, Blended Scotch, Bourbon, Rye Whiskey, Irish Whiskey, North American Whiskey, World Whiskey and White Whiskey, including numerous rare and limited vintages.
In addition to whiskey and cigars, Ashton Cigar Bar is also known as one of Philly’s best cocktail bars. Their specialty cocktail menu showcases famous classic cocktails, along with some signature cocktails of their own. All of their cocktails are carefully crafted and perfectly poured combining fresh local ingredients with the finest spirits. Ashton Cigar Bar is a sanctuary for lovers of fine cigars, craft cocktails, whiskey and other fine spirits.
And a bunch of douchebags.
The waitresses are hot and Church knows the bartender so we’ll probably get a drink hookup. But I don’t go to Ashton. I’m not a cigar guy, but I don’t mind the smell. Whenever I smell a cigar, it always reminds of my Dad when I was a kid. He always enjoyed a good cigar on occasion. So when I enter Aston’s low lit lounge I always think of my father. But that’s still not enough to make me ever go there.
But on this particular night we ended up there. Church bounced at the door for a period of time, but that got a little crazy. He always had to deal with drunken idiots who wanted to come in and he wouldn’t let them because they were visibly intoxicated. So that was a tough job dealing with drunks all night.
The manager rolls by us and stops to say hello and chat.
“Did you see who just walked by?”
“Sheena Parveen is here?”
“Yea she just went to the bar down there to get a drink.”
“Church, hold my beer.”
Every dude I know who has watched her do the weather every night on NBC loves Sheena Parveen. She’s hot, with a smokin’ body and a lively personality.
I see her at the bar. Think of a cute baby seal that’s getting hot lying up on the rocks. Envision that sweet baby seal deciding to hop into the sea to cool off.
Now think of a great, dark grey dorsal fin cutting through the water at high-speed, froth foaming behind the fin as it cuts through the water, heading straight for that little baby seal.
That was me striding towards Sheena Parveen. Beloved local TV personality and weather girl.
But what would the average guy say to her? What could he possibly have in common with this lady? I needed to use my lightning fast, think on my feet, sales brain to come up with something to get, and hold her attention so that I could get something from her.
“Hello. Ms. Parveen.”
“Hi.” (seems a little buzzed)
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Charles.”
“Sheena. Nice to meet you.”
“Sheena I had an idea I wanted to run by you if you have a second.”
“I work for a local publication. (hand her my card to show that I’m legit) We have our Annual Summer Guide coming out in a month or so.”
“Well I had this idea. Who does Philly go to for their weather report before they drive to the shore every week?”
“Exactly. I’d like to get you on the cover of our Summer Guide to make sure everybody knows that.”
“That would be amazing. I’d love that!”
(I literally came up with that pitch in the ten seconds it took for me to leave my friends and go chat to Sheena.)
Then the best part comes, when I hit the hyper drive.
I type her name into my phone and pull my classic original move. I hand her my phone. She looks at the phone then up at me. I remain unresponsive.
I simply cock my eyebrow and tilt my head toward the phone.
“Okay… (starts typing) Please don’t be crazy.”
Hits save and hands the phone back to me.
“Thank you, Sheena. We’ll be in touch.”
“Yea. Sounds great.”
Church approaches. “Hey, look at this great looking couple!” Holds up his phone and snaps some photos.
We were never able to get Sheena on the cover of our publication due to scheduling conflicts, but I got to meet one of my local TV babes in person. I had the will to get her to give me her cell number and got the pictures to prove it.
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