On Money
We were very fortunate to be invited to that extravagant event last night. The contacts we made were solid and being the only entrepreneurs in a sea of investors is definitely a good thing. The food was very good and the setting was very surreal.
Surreal is a good word. I was (like at most things) the youngest person there. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Clearly we didn’t belong in such company but we held our own in conversations and I even got my company pitch down to 15 seconds.
I was standing in a mansion worth $45 million with a pair of Old Navy jeans that didn’t even cost $45.
The service people were nice and most were my age. It was uncomfortable for some reason though. I felt compelled to tell them that I’m just some average guy thats somehow a guest at this thing. I desparetely didn’t want to be seen as that type. I didn’t want to be judged like that.
Maybe some people work and reach to be fortunate enough to be judged like that. Every overheard comment was about millions of this or that seemingly. New markets here, where to go in this economy, green tech booming and talk of venture firms like baseball teams.
You know the movie Wall Street with Michael Douglas where he matter-of-factly states that he owns things, he doesn’t create them. Thats what most people aspire to out here. I wonder when enough money is enough or if it all is a neverending competition of dollars.
It was a nice event and all but it just made me think. When we returned to a parking area by limousine shuttle to a lot full of madly expensive cars. One brand new red Ferrari with glass exposing the engine in the rear. On the other side of the parking area was the maroon 98 Ford Taurus station wagon that we drove across the country. Irony.