Party Quiche In The House
Last night I went to a party on the Westside, a friend had a friend that works for a start up media company trying to build a reputation for being hip and cool... And she invited him and a friend. Which, if you're paying attention, was me.
The music was really too loud to have a real conversation... But I did have a few... Waiting outside the men's room, I had a brief conversation with a guy that works for a huge management company. I suppose I'm supposed to be ready to jump at any time with a card or resume, but there was something about being ABOUT to enter the men's room that kept me from handing him anything...
On the dance floor, where no one was dancing, I met two people that work for a company that looks for internet content... That was a little better of a situation, but when I can't make out but one of every four words, it's hard for anyone to come across intelligent, or have any real idea what is being said. Did go on for some time about there being a very distinct smell of Band-Aids in the air. However, before cards could be exchanged, the tide of the party changed, and no organic moment seemed to make itself obvious.
The interesting thing at least in my mind... I was in Beverly Hills, at another party, where lots of people reminded me of people I knew, but know one was anyone I knew... But, out of the three people I did talk to, all three were people I SHOULD (as a business person) talk to.
Sadly, I was reminded how I'm not great at the business of schmooze, and never really have been... I would imagine I'm like most people in that regard. I would much rather be in a circumstance with people I actually know, in a place I can actually hear, talking about things I actually want to talk about, oh and not waiting on line to use a men's room.
-- Quiche ~ Tom Kiesche