Two or three years ago, an engaging fellow at the Magner Sanborn advertising/brand design agency invited me to stop by their downtown Spokane offices sometime.
I haven't done it yet. But I am still planning to take him up on the offer. (I checked and have been assured that the invite has yet to expire.)
Why the foot-dragging?
Well, I'll tell you. At some point, I got it in my head that the perfect time to barge in on those creative folks would be during their office Christmas party.
But there's a problem. Reality, at least modern reality, could not hope to compete with the party I have conjured in my imagination.
For one thing, I'm sure the smart men and women at Magner Sanborn conduct themselves in the manner of self-actualized, mature grownups. And so, the notion that they would salute the Christmas season by drinking too much, groping clients' spouses and generally behaving as if it is 1962 is, well, ridiculous.
I'm sure they are fun people. And I am quite confident that they know how to have a good time.
But let's face it. This is 2012. We are into consequences now.
Letting it all hang out has long ceased to be a good idea — even at ad agency parties.
Or so I imagine.
Still, I have to admit that I enjoy my little fantasy about the agency's holiday gathering. I like to picture people dancing on desks and shouting “Hi-yooooooo!” I like to envision spiked punch, hilarious toasts and liberties being taken.
Of course, for me to take part in anything remotely resembling that would first require a personality transplant.
But that's the thing about fantasy. You can enjoy it even when you know it's make-believe.