Lately I’ve been on this serious “get to know random people who could potentially elevate your career” kick. Or networking, as most folk like to call it. Clubs aren’t even on my “what’s the move” radar anymore. For me, “the move” is attending events of substance that will expand my network in one way or another. Literally almost every week I’m at a mix ‘n mingle or happy hour or some artsy event that generally involves sipping overpriced cocktails while making random small talk with well-mannered, like-minded strangers who I might actually already be friends with on Facebook. Last night’s event came in the form of an intimate dinner party in Eastern Market, the new hipster haven of Detroit.
The event was put on by an up-and-coming young professional group called Clubhaus Detroit. In order to attend this event, you had to first apply to become a member of the group and then purchase a ticket to reserve your spot for the dinner, which had very limited seating. When I first heard about it, I thought, This sounds pretty cool. Why not. So I applied. Then I told my friends about it and tried to get them to apply — they didn’t. This left me with three options: A) Beg my friends to go until one of them broke down; B) Skip the event altogether since I had no one to go with; or C) Skip all my friends, buy my ticket, and go alone. [Read more…]