Awesome Whiskey Ad
March 2, 2009 · Print This Article
I can picture my dad doing stuff like this in the late 70’s – He had the same haircut as the guy on the left too.
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I’m going to build a room in my house that is an exact replica of that room. And then I’m going to just sit in it and drink Makers Mark.
Anyone watch Mad Men?
Could be scene from that show. That girl could be Joan Holloway.
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I love that ad. It’s so un-PC and rocks.
Back when men were men and women knew how to cook. Music sucked though.
I recall the era well and sucked down many a glass of whiskey. But CC sucked big time, I’d rather have a glass of I.W. Harper.
There are other CC ads like this. One of them has the tagline, “Your dad had a van for a reason.”
Good Lord. See those two brass plates on the wall on the left of the photo, and the table lamp? I inherited those EXACT items when my dad died (But that’s definitely not my dad). No kidding. I thought those brass plates were very rare, if not unique. Table lamp? Meh, I’m betting they were a dime a dozen in the ’50’s. oooooOOOOOOOoooooo (Twilight Zone theme music).
By the same token, that could have been your MOM in that guy’s lap. By the ’70s, girls weren’t exactly shrinking violets anymore. It was the Herpes scare and then AIDS that killed the Sexual Revolution.
And Dad wasn’t your Mom’s first, either. She would drink mixed cocktails because they masked the taste of the alcohol, but didn’t stop the effect. After two, she was the life of the party. After three or four, she was very, shall we say, suggestible. Whoever got to drive her home (for her own safety – dan’t let the little lady drive home in her state of slobbering drunken stupor) got to suggest a nightcap, and then, well, drunken girls will be drunken girls.
After several repetitions of this sad exhibition, she wised up, stopped drinking whiskey at parties and (following the shots for the syphilis and the abortion) settled down and became a pretty good mom. When you found her crying in the closet, looking at an old college yearbook, and asked her why, all she said was, “Nevermind, I’m just remembering being young.”