Drunken debuachery in Chicago. I’m stunned.
Lewis Lazare and his bow tie attended the fourth annual Chicago Creative Club Awards recently. What he found there disturbed him. Here’s what he found:
Hundreds of local creatives who were well on their way toward total inebriation. As they have at CCC shows in years past, members of this city’s ad industry proved they have no respect for their peers, their creative output or their profession, as they proceeded to talk loudly and constantly amongst themselves during the ceremony.
Drunk and debauched as the crowd was, we wonder if any of the scores of young creatives obviously there to have a good time were aware that this town’s ad industry is in the midst of a crisis, with the fates of several important agencies now at a crucial turning point.
That’s like asking if we’re at war in Iraq, don’t you think?
Getting blotto at an event of this nature does not equal incompetence, nor stupidity. It’s a party. A party during wartime. I wish I’d been there to buy Lazare a double.
