Our recent Juice Plus+ LIVE! Phoenix event was truly one of the best ever. We have a great track record of outstanding conferences, but occasionally there is a slip up or two. I thought I’d share a few of those with you.
We brought to our stage a motivational speaker, who was also a Guinness Book of World Records holder. His claim to fame was “sitting up”….as in 4,216 sit ups. His goal was to break that record.
In order to actually certify his attempted new record for Guinness, we had to construct some type of elevated stretcher that had to be level, firm, high enough for the audience to see, and the cameras to film.
Speaking was not his strong suit, but the crowd was very motivated to see a man do at least 4,217 sit-ups before their very eyes….especially since he was a Juice Plus+ fan.
After stripping down to shorts and a t-shirt our record holder mounted the “Funeral Pyre” at exactly 10:27am. (Timing was another Guinness certification requirement.)
The entire crowd stood and cheered in awe. Our next speaker had to wait until the noise subsided and once she was behind the podium she became “somewhat” distracted by a two-thirds naked guy doing sit-ups at lightning speed less than six feet away.
When our timers estimated it would take him seven hours to reach his goal on his current pace, we were forced to go into code red….which meant either get the Guinness folks to bend more than their elbow or come up with enough free beer for our speakers.
We decided to draft some pall bearers during lunch to pick up our hero and his stretcher. The cortege marched down the center aisle, remarkably kept everything certifiable, and laid him not to rest in the lobby.
About 6:00 p.m. a six pack of Guinness officials, onlookers, a camera man, medics, and an ambulance driver watched our guy hit 4,217.
There was a cry of “AB-Ulation” from all present.
MORAL – Sitting up does not cause others to take notice.
Our next award winner hails from Germany. This guy was the most talented bike rider I have ever seen. We had 4,000 excited people at our conference, along with a stage that looked like the academy awards with music and videos to match.
With perfect timing, everything came together. The music set the tone. The videos provided the context. The introduction was wonderful and down the center aisle he came through 4,000 applauding Juice Plusers.
The first act was leaping on a 5 foot stage – bike and all.
Next our man did a series of front, back, double and triple flips that gymnasts, divers, acrobats and fleas would never even attempt. The crowd went absolutely wild. “Wonder what his finale will be?” a lady asked me. The music and lights again set the tone. His crescendo was to get enough speed to leap over the podium on the stage and go down the center aisle and exit the building with Elvis blasting in the background and the audience screaming.
Speed was no problem. Leaping over the podium was a piece of cake. The microphone was his downfall and I do mean downfall.
One of the best acts I have ever seen ended in the fifth row. Remarkably none of our Juice Plusers were injured, but our bikers family jewels slammed into the cross bar and the screaming from our Bikerobat drowned out Elvis and the audience. The last sound we heard was an ambulance.
MORAL – Never Challenge the Microphone.
Not long ago we invited an entertainer with one of the world’s most renowned photographic memories.
His performance was excellent, but I would give him the bronze medal…..with my father receiving the Gold and the great basketball player, Jerry Lucas, the Silver. Lucas could scan a page in the New York City phone book and you could give him a name or a number and he would match one with the other. My father on the other hand could remember every single one of my transgressions before I committed them, which is the equivalent of the entire New York City phone book.
Back to the “Rememberer”. I guess he felt he was overloaded with brain cells so he remembered that getting loaded would solve that problem so he headed to the bar. One shot of Tequila led to more until he forgot how many he had downed, and could not distinguish Tequila from lemon and salt.
When his brain cells hit an all-time low he tried to slur himself sober and hit on the wrong guy’s wife who was short on brain cells himself. “Dude” the husband said, “If you don’t want to try and remember what happened to you tonight you better leave ‘her’ alone.” Our entertainer suddenly remembered where the elevator was.
MORAL – Great Country Song – “I Forgot to Remember to Forget”
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