I figured this would be a perfect opportunity to get a glimpse of what it would be like to enter Don Draper’s world, 21st Century style. (Note: It involves a lot of plaid and aviator sunglasses.)
Waltzing into the party was easier than expected. After saying the name of my employer and getting my ID checked, I was given a wristband and was greeted by throngs of artsy-types: digital media directors, graphic designers, and copywriters. I watched them all checking out each other’s texting ability, color sense, and grammar, respectively.
But as it turns out, I wasn’t the only party crasher. Apparently, everybody else was, too. This party was open to the public—including a few tourists, who said they just happened to stumble into the party and had no idea what it was for.
Slightly disappointed that I didn’t technically crash a party, there was only one thing left I could do—report.
If you want to throw a kick-ass company party, here’s what I learned: