Friends and Family Reunion

20140312-145601.jpg

We saved our last night in London for the best when we had a mini reunion of my best Friends and Family comrades, Simon W., Simon G. and Monica. This is the group of people I spent a year traveling the world with making commercials for BT. It was a bonding experience that is hard to replicate and we all agreed was the highlight of all our careers, at least in terms of fun.

Simon W. generously set up the night to be at one of his private clubs, but what he did not tell us is that it was so cool that men were not allowed to wear ties. He told us at the end of the evening about a time he invited an older friend to lunch with him at this club who showed up in his British finest. The day after the lunch Simon received a letter from the club management reminding him that the hip club had a “no tie” rule and to please not bring guests who break the rules.

Well Simon should have learned from that experience and not brought all of us to his club because we certainly broke lots of rules. Not only did Russ wear a tie, but we also arrived ahead of our host and they frowned upon letting us in without him, this being a private club and all. But the really big non-no was we tried to take a photo inside the club. As the Simons two, Mon and I mushed together so Carter could snap the picture an officious waiter came running over to remind Simon of the “no photos” rule. You never know if there was someone having an affair in the booth behind us who did not want to have photographic proof of his indiscretion.

In spite of the rules and all our breaking of them we had a wonderful night. The Simons had hosted a dinner for me and Carter last year so we had caught up on 14 years of history then, but this was the first time I had seen Monica in 15 years. It took no time to pick right up where we left off and Carter took a particular liking to her since she is a cool, successful, independent woman.

Russ knew my friends slightly since he had come on one of Friends and Family trips so it was fun for me to have all these people I adore to get a chance to know each other better. We ate, drank, told stories, shared heartaches, successes, wishes, dreams, plans and memories of times together.

As the night grew longer and the members of the club departed we flaunted the rules and took a number of group photos right inside — the waiters gave up admonishing us. Russ and Carter decided that they needed to get back to the hotel to get a little sleep since we had to get up early to leave for Paris, but my friends convinced me to stay a while longer too sad to end our reunion. So one more round of drinks and a few more stories.

It’s funny what one person remembers from a shared experience. Monica brought up the story of how I would get the bills for the 60 people we would take on these trips and be able to see who was watching naughty movies in their hotel rooms and who was not calling home to their spouses. This was something I had completely forgotten until she reminded me, but know it was totally in character for me and the job I had. I don’t remember using that information as any kind of blackmail, but it certainly gave me better insight into who I was working with. Needless to say anything I learned about my two Simons and Monica was not a negative because despite the years apart I consider them some of my favorite people.

Sadly we are leaving London but are on the Eurostar to Paris so how sad can we be? I love Paris, but have no friends living there now so Russ, Carter and I go purely as tourists and not as Friends or Family like we are in England.


Friends and Family

My Dad is one of the great marketers in America.  Life as his child was always like ”Let’s Make a Deal.”  He used to make my sisters and me work in his beloved yard raking leaves or picking up apples in the orchard.  He would keep us entertained by telling us stories about his work at Avon Products.

 

One of my favorite schemes he dreamed up at Avon was called “Operation Smile.”  The deal was that Avon would sell a customer a new lipstick for 5¢ if she would trade-in an old lipstick.  I know my Dad had to have gotten the idea from the pile of bad lipstick colors my mother kept on her dresser but refused to throw away.  The operations guys at Avon asked my Dad what in the world they were supposed to do with all the old lipsticks.  I promise the response was, “S#*T, I don’t care what you do with the lipsticks.”

 

Operation Smile was the most successful campaign in Avon’s history.  Millions of new customers were gained and so were their old lipsticks.  I know this for a fact because the operations guys sent many of them to our house in Connecticut and dumped them right on my father’s beloved yard.

 

Another example of my Dad’s brilliant marketing mind was his invention of MCI’s Friends and Family.  It was first big social marketing.  If you are not at least 45 years old you might not remember this, so here is how it worked.

I grew up in the olden days of long distance.  I can remember my North Carolina Grand Parents calling our house on Sunday afternoon, the cheapest calling time and when I answered the phone the first thing I heard was not “Hello.”  My Grand Father would say, “Quick, run, go get your father.  I’m calling long distance.”  It never helped that my Dad was always way out in yard cutting the grass of cutting a tree down.

 

Since long distance was still a big ticket item in the late 80’s he came up with the idea that if your were a MCI customer you could create a “calling circle” of ten people.  If any of those ten people were also MCI customers you would get something like 20% off the long distance calls you made to them.  This of course had customers convincing their loved ones to switch long distance carriers to be MCI customers to save the 20% and thus social marketing was born.

 

I remember when my Dad came up with this plan.  He called it “Friends and Family” as a code name, always worried about the AT&T spy lurking around him.  He said that the normal vernacular was “Family and Friends” so by switching the order no one would think any thing about it.  The code name stuck and became the product name.  It changed the parlance in America.  Everyone says friends and family now, not family and friends.

 

So in the marketing spirit that was bred into me I have a deal for you.  I am trying to raise $1,000 for every pound I lose.  Right now I am at $584.75.  If you would consider raising your pledge by at least $2 per pound or passing my blog to anyone else that would pledge at least $2 per pound I will give you your choice of either a loaf of home-grown-Dana-made Zucchini bread or a quart of Dana-made gazpacho.  I am sorry to say only local deliveries are available, but I really appreciate all you far-flung friends and family.

 

You can go to the pledge page and make another pledge and write me note upping your current pledge, send me an e-mail at Dana@onelangegroup.com, writing me a Facebook comment, Blog comment, or be really old fashioned and call me.  If you pass on the information to your Friends and Family make sure they let me know you are the connection so you can get your free goodies.

 

If I have not said it enough, let me say it again.  Thanks to all of you great Friends and Family who have supported me in this weight loss challenge and are thus feeding hungry people.  You are the best.