As Many of you know, in August we launched the ‘Seriously . . . Respect The Monkey’ story competition for fans of Golden Monkey. The idea was inspired by the countless Monday morning voice messages we’ve collected over the years here in the Victory offices from exuberant fans sharing their incredible stories of what happens when you spend a Friday, Saturday or Sunday night with our mystical anthropoid beer. With that kind of preparation you would think that when we opened up the competition for submissions we couldn’t be that surprised. Boy, were we wrong.
Entries ranged in style and substance from Hunter S. Thompson absurdity ( we’re looking at you Raymond ) and minimalistic literalism ( William Williams would be proud Tim) to the the just plain hilarious (see the winners below). When all the votes were tallied three stories separated themselves from the pack as especially ridiculous and fun.
In third place Joe explains why Golden Monkey is not your everyday beer pong beer. Check out his story, Monkey Pong.
Second place featured Andrew and his ‘inspired’ missive on the metaphysical tenants of drinking Golden Monkey. We especially liked his first theme, “Golden Monkey makes pants less comfortable”. Read Andrew’s great observations in Gone Dancing With The Monkey.
And first place, well, we’ll just let it Paul’s winning entry speak for itself:
Back in February 2006, three of my friends and I were heading out to Pittsburgh from Philly. On the way to western PA, we stopped at the Victory Brewpub and picked up a couple of growlers of the Golden Monkey. Once we settled in at the hotel, we realized that it was time to pop open the growlers and taste the sweet nectar within. Two of my friends (a couple that had been dating for about a year) were relatively new to craft beers. I warned them that this is NOT their routine light beer and that they must “RESPECT THE MONKEY”. This warning was repeated a few times – “Hey, dude – remember – the Monkey demands respect”. The very happy couple (even more so after a couple of pours of the Monkey) decided to turn in for the evening and disbanded the group with the remaining 1/2-empty growler in tow…. Fast forward nine months and a beautiful baby girl was born!! As a gift to celebrate, I gave my good friend an infant size Golden Monkey Onesie and a 750-ml bottle of his arch-nemesis – the Golden Monkey!
Congrats to all our winners and and everyone who submitted their Golden Monkey adventures. Our lives are all a litte richer and happier becuase you shared. Feel free to send them anytime and we’ll be sure to share them with everyone. Oh . . . one last thing . . . Seriously, respect the monkey!