On Monday a certain very senior Broadcast Producer walked up to my desk and told me that Fallon had won the Chrylser account. I laughed it off, to be honest. Well, I laughed it off after checking Agency Spy.
Then in the shower on Tuesday morning I commented to the pre-wife, who was puttering around the bathrooom getting ready for work, that I had heard above rumor…and we got a little bit excited because, goddamn it, there is nothing like a big account win to turn these dark economic times into times of excessive celebration.
And I haven’t been drunk in a while.
Then this afternoon while I was sitting on a painful creative call, Facebook lit up. And when that happens you just know the rumor you have resisted talking about is true. 1,000 ad types can’t be wrong. Right?
So I am heading out of the office to find some other advertising-loving Minneapolitans to celebrate some good news for the city’s industry and to handicap our own hopes that we might get requested for a money-spinning gig with the shop’s now-biggest client.
Drinks are on the Fallonites.