BiSClaimer: You’re about to experience my six-day Vegas adventure in the span of one post. If you’re not ready to take in all the awesome through text, video and images galore, turn back now. Once I start, I will not stop until it’s out of my system. You have been warned.
It’s been almost a solid month since Bloggers in Sin City, and it’s taken about this long to get off the buzz from my BiSC-uit high. In the time since I’ve been back, I’ve volunteered at a national conference, listened to amazing speakers, eaten delicious food and got up to much of the madness I would’ve done before I went to BiSC.
But it just wasn’t the same.
When I got back, many friends and family members expected that I’d spent all my time partying, getting drunk and gambling, because that’s what you do in Vegas, right? At least that’s what TV and movies tell us.
But there’s so much more to the Vegas experience than you can imagine. You need the right people and the right opportunities to make it happen, though!
“Nice guy” is something I’ve been called. I’ve been called “funny”, too. Awesome, cool and caring — sure, if someone’s really trying to get my attention.
Why I Don’t Think I’m Classy
Despite my tenure in private school, classy was never something I aspired to. So that we don’t get this twisted, let’s not confuse this with being classless — I just don’t generally do too many “cultural activities” that would categorize me as a “classy guy”.
No opera, no gala openings (unless I happen to get randomly invited by friends), no black-tie events — none of these are usually my style. I might dress up for work, and you’ll rarely see me at an event without my uniform of a dress shirt, jeans and dress shoes — but when it comes down to it, I’m more beer and burgers than wine and cheese.
Which is why I thought it would be an interesting change to my daily routine to go see Cirque du Soleil’s Amaluna when I saw this tweet from Val:
I have a limited amount of Cirque Du Soleil tickets and need bloggers….lemme know your interest and i'll see what i can do
One way or another, there will be pic. Oh yes, there will be pics!
But there’s a lesson in all of this. I see a lot of people relying on cultural events to enhance their lives…
“If I hit this TIFF party, my life will be that much cooler.”
“If I show up at this charity ball, my peers will respect me that much more!”
Listen. You’re doing it wrong. If these events reflect your ideals and add to your life, you’re in the right place to be. Otherwise, you’re not being classy — you’re just being a snob and using your influence, privilege and experiences to convince yourself that you’re better than everyone else.
And that, my friends, is only assy. You don’t make it all the way to classy that way.
So hold yourselves accountable. Be true to yourselves. Do what makes you tick. Being authentic these days is the only “class” you need to get ahead in this world — it’s where you can draw your sense of being from and what you can use to remind yourself that you’re doing just fine in the life you lead.
Because if not you, then who?
Tell your wife, tell your kids, tell your husbands: