The Big Wait: Blinded by LinkedIn God’s Bling and Narrowly Avoiding a Tragic Interview with Sarah Lacy
December 4th, 2008by Erika Rae
BOULDER, CO-
It was a dark and stormy night with the snow dotting the sky like static on a 1955 RCA television. I pointed my Jeep down the mountain pass in the dark. The radio blared Smooth Criminal. Alien Ant Farm version. I was freshly showered, neatly dressed, sober – and I didn’t care who saw me. I wore jeans, a powder blue shirt, a black camisole, black shoes, a black North Face coat and a necklace in the shape of a silver flower that I purchased in Denmark a few years prior. I had eaten spaghetti for dinner. With meatballs. I was everything the well-dressed, young entrepreneur ought to be. I was calling on one million dollars.
