Agency Drinking
It's Advertising Week in NYC. Didn't you know? Could you care less? It's funny how few people knew about it, even among those who work for agencies. One would think that the industry that is about selling things would do a better job promoting the event...
But Advertising Week did provide me with more access to free drink. I went on an Agency Bar Crawl last night, where three shops opened their offices and provided booze and snacks: BBH, Kirshenbaum, and Saatchi. Two quick thoughts...
1) Even though the advertising industry is overwhelmingy comprised of women, there was a serious dearth of attractive girls at all three parties. That's just not right.
2) The lamer the agency, the more alcohol they try to ply you with. While Kirshenbaum had all but ran out of booze by the time we got there, Saatchi had a full bar for quite a while. And chex mix. And crisps. And toy mobile phones filled with tiny chiclets. And that's fantastic.
All this resulted in me being quite drunk by 10pm. Shameful. But kinda fun. So I pop my head in a couple of other parties where the open bar had just ended (how convenient) and decided to head for parts uptown, making a booty call on the way up.
Somebody has to come up with a better term for 'booty call'. It gives the impression of the action, sure, but it just sounds so... I don't know, maybe I'm just not an arse man.
But Advertising Week did provide me with more access to free drink. I went on an Agency Bar Crawl last night, where three shops opened their offices and provided booze and snacks: BBH, Kirshenbaum, and Saatchi. Two quick thoughts...
1) Even though the advertising industry is overwhelmingy comprised of women, there was a serious dearth of attractive girls at all three parties. That's just not right.
2) The lamer the agency, the more alcohol they try to ply you with. While Kirshenbaum had all but ran out of booze by the time we got there, Saatchi had a full bar for quite a while. And chex mix. And crisps. And toy mobile phones filled with tiny chiclets. And that's fantastic.
All this resulted in me being quite drunk by 10pm. Shameful. But kinda fun. So I pop my head in a couple of other parties where the open bar had just ended (how convenient) and decided to head for parts uptown, making a booty call on the way up.
Somebody has to come up with a better term for 'booty call'. It gives the impression of the action, sure, but it just sounds so... I don't know, maybe I'm just not an arse man.

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