I knew what I was supposed to do. I needed to introduce myself to people. I needed to network. But the vibes.
Crying to the Afghan Whigs outside the housing summit
The affordable housing summit was supposed to start at 11. I showed up early, as I do. I looked around at all the people in suits and ties and heels and straightened hair. Then I looked at the schedule. They’d built in 45 minutes for networking and lunch. There was no lunch yet.
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