Great Depression Bread Line
photo credit: aprilandrandy

Thursday was the last day of this crazy holiday week.  I was slated to hit two parties, but only did one.  More on that later.

I went to the Axxess Business Consulting holiday party.  It was a Depression era throwdown.  The tag line was “Party like it’s 1929.”  This year’s party was different from last, in that it wasn’t at the Founder’s apartment.  I had fun last year.

Did I have fun this year?

Let me tell you something about me.  I seldom have a wack time.  If I go somewhere, I am determined to meet some folks and get some drinks and a few laughs.  I could get invited to a Klan rally, and have some fun (as long as they don’t hang a brotha).  There’s probably only one place I would have a wack time, more on that later.

I enjoyed myself.  I met some folks that really kept me from exploring the rest of the room.

I am admitting that I did not follow the rules of networking 101: keep convos short and move on the next person.

But I made it work for me.

I hope to have some meetings with a few of those people at the tail end of the holidays.

As for the other party, I really wanted to hit that.  My man Pete Chatmon, director of the film, Premium was having a Double 7 Film holiday party.  At the last minute, he had to switch venues from Bravos Studios to (gulp) that place on 26th Street near 7th Ave.  In my opinion, that place is the most anti-networking place I have ever been to.  Great people throw events there…but their folks can’t get in.

The first time I went there, I had to call one of the event organizers to come out and get me.  Once I went in, many of the people that were there had come from my Supernodes event earlier that night.  That should count for something.

If an extremely popular and well-networked individual throws a party at a spot, and their colleagues, relatives, admirers, and mentors (who were invited) have to fight to get in, this spot should no longer be on their list for future events.  That is not networking.  That’s not even partying.  That’s called paying a lot of money in order to diss your clientele.  Now that’s Depression era.

This is not 1985 and grown people are not clamoring to get into a typical, run-of-the-mill NY lounge.  If it was Studio 54 or The World or MK’s, we could talk, but it ain’t.

You know what place I’m speaking of.  It rhymes with the college that Denise Huxtable and Dwayne Wayne attended.

That name will no longer come from my lips or fingertips.

Please be safe out there and enjoy the Holiday Season.