The start-up party

When living together with an entrepreneur in Silicon Valley, you're a target for an invite to a start-up party. I needed some persuasion. Cause I'm not a start-up.

But networking would be go for me. So, here I go. SOMA. South of market. The upcoming trendy area. The buy-here-now-cause-it-is-still-cheap area.

I'm in for two seconds and have a blue name tag on my dress. I learn afterwards it is because I look for my money. If I would have had money, they would have known me. And I would have a red tag.

"Hello, I am Arte." says the nerd to me. He puts his glasses high up his nose. "What's your start-up about? Mine's a giant database about people who meet." He forgets to breath. I look him straight into his eyes. Is this what the start-up party is about? Speed dating for money and contacts in just two seconds?!

My time passed and I had not been speaking. Arte moves further.

I try to escape to the bar. Fortunately. Cause there are a Dallas woman and a Wisconsin model sipping from a cocktail.

"Nice dress." says one. "Where did you get it?" says the other.

We networked. A whole evening long.
About shopping addresses. And cocktails.
About restaurants. And places to see.
About dinner invitations. And Tiffany rings.

I just love start-up events.
It really helps me starting up. In Frisco.