Back in the summer of ’71, the Board of Directors of goodr met in the Cancun office, which was located on one of the many pristine beaches in the area. Halfway through the morning board meeting, we ran out of rum for the pina coladas because Rob couldn’t handle the one fucking job we gave him. Unwilling to entertain the idea of a board meeting without pina coladas, we decided to call a recess to the meeting while we ventured into town to acquire more rum.
Maybe it was the solid pina colada buzz we had going or the fact that we had appointed Rob as the navigator, but at some point, we realized that we had lost the road into town and were now hopelessly lost in the surrounding jungle. After spending 10 minutes roundly criticizing Rob for being a complete fuck up, an uneasy feeling that we were being watched crept over us. Suddenly, four flamingos appeared out of the brush, their feathers unbelievably pink and eyes a shocking teal. We stood dumbfounded, unsure whether we should make ourselves look big to scare them off or play dead and just hope they went away.
The tallest of the four approached us, and with a heavy French accent and a surprisingly deep voice, he introduced himself as Carl, King of the Flamingos. Carl explained that we had wandered far from the town and that it would be dangerous to backtrack through the jungle due to the nocturnal jaguars that roamed there at night. In keeping with their reputation for being the most generous species in the animal kingdom, Carl invited to take all of us back (even Rob) to our office via the river that leads to the ocean. Our transport would be Carl’s extravagant flamingo yacht, which happened to be stocked with all of the pina coladas we could desire. Not wanting to insult the King of the Flamingos, we of course accepted and were treated to the greatest booze cruise of our lives. The flamingo booze flowed like water and we partied all night and toasted many times to our generous hosts.
Some might claim this story to be a lie or that it was a result of the fact that our pina colada recipe calls for a heavy dose of LSD. But despite these naysayers, we know the truth of that adventure and in commemoration and celebration of the greatest flamingo in history and the booze cruise he took us on, we have created these sunglasses and named them “Flamingos on a Booze Cruise” in Carl’s honor.