She skated the red carpet with the sort of elegance and grace that has been honed by hundreds of hours spent in front of the discerning lens of photographers from such prestigious publications as Vogue, Esquire and Sports Illustrated. Walking alongside her was the boisterous and rambunctious Captain himself. From the looks of things, you'd guess he just ransacked an entire Mayan Temple filled to the brim with golden medallions and bejeweled treasure chests. And considering he had Marisa Miller on his arm, this wasn't much different.
Miller was kind enough to spend a moment talking with Double Viking, telling us what excites her most about her new role as Captain Morgan's first mate on a voyage to help promote both the Morgan brand and, you guessed it, responsible drinking! Here's what the first mate had to say:
"I think Captain Morgan stands for such a bold sense of adventure and having fun so that's what I'm excited to be a part of. You'll see in the video when I sword fight tonight, it's pretty cool. I practiced for probably 4 days then just kinda went for it. It was very fun."
After the red carpet, everyone shuffled inside the blaring night club for the world premiere of her new ad spot as first mate. With a deft and practiced hand, Miller quickly dispatched her grungy adversary and looked smoking hot every lunge of the way. The dizzying swordplay that Miller displayed brought to mind other dauntless beauties such as Keira Knightley and Geena Davis in Cutthroat Island, whose name, ironically enough was Morgan. And while her kick-ass reputation precedes her, I'm sure the physical flourishes and violent display in the Captain Morgan film kept at least more than one Miller crazed fan in the club at bay.
Several hours later, Miller and the Captain Morgan crew were still dancing away as if the night had just begun. I, having had more Captain n' Cokes than I care to remember, decided to call it a night. But not before stopping by a time machine, aka Blackjack table, to try and score a little pirate booty of my own. Five cocktails, 300 dollars and 4 hours later, I returned safely to my room with a handful of chips and a warm, half empty bottle of Coors, where much to my surprise the auto-detect curtains slid open to reveal the glaring Nevada sun. Fully satisfied with my winnings, I tossed my wounded soldier and decided it was time to pack up and head down to the shuttle yard to catch a ride out to the airport. Very much looking forward to my 50 minute flight back to LA where I would soon be dreaming of busty and sea-soaked Marisa Miller challenging me to a duel...on the beach...in a bikini.
Miller was kind enough to spend a moment talking with Double Viking, telling us what excites her most about her new role as Captain Morgan's first mate on a voyage to help promote both the Morgan brand and, you guessed it, responsible drinking! Here's what the first mate had to say:
"I think Captain Morgan stands for such a bold sense of adventure and having fun so that's what I'm excited to be a part of. You'll see in the video when I sword fight tonight, it's pretty cool. I practiced for probably 4 days then just kinda went for it. It was very fun."
After the red carpet, everyone shuffled inside the blaring night club for the world premiere of her new ad spot as first mate. With a deft and practiced hand, Miller quickly dispatched her grungy adversary and looked smoking hot every lunge of the way. The dizzying swordplay that Miller displayed brought to mind other dauntless beauties such as Keira Knightley and Geena Davis in Cutthroat Island, whose name, ironically enough was Morgan. And while her kick-ass reputation precedes her, I'm sure the physical flourishes and violent display in the Captain Morgan film kept at least more than one Miller crazed fan in the club at bay.
Several hours later, Miller and the Captain Morgan crew were still dancing away as if the night had just begun. I, having had more Captain n' Cokes than I care to remember, decided to call it a night. But not before stopping by a time machine, aka Blackjack table, to try and score a little pirate booty of my own. Five cocktails, 300 dollars and 4 hours later, I returned safely to my room with a handful of chips and a warm, half empty bottle of Coors, where much to my surprise the auto-detect curtains slid open to reveal the glaring Nevada sun. Fully satisfied with my winnings, I tossed my wounded soldier and decided it was time to pack up and head down to the shuttle yard to catch a ride out to the airport. Very much looking forward to my 50 minute flight back to LA where I would soon be dreaming of busty and sea-soaked Marisa Miller challenging me to a duel...on the beach...in a bikini.
