I believe in luck. And I concede that the number 13 is usually a harbinger of roaring disaster. So it was with a subtle timidity of the soul that I approached Ignite Boulder 13, perhaps our most festive event thus far.
We tried a lot of new things, often pinning our hopes on the community’s willingness to accept winking, well-intentioned change.
We wanted to make our sponsors a more significant part of the night, so we added interstitial slides with a sprig of humor. We wanted to loop in local stuff that we believe in, so we provided info tables up front. We wanted to create an atmosphere of winter whimsy, so we pushed folks to get all dressed up. We wanted to create a spectacle, so we added inflatable decorations at both ends of the venue.
It worked. It rocked.
I love how the event has developed over time and am eager to announce the date for the next one. (Working on it.) I talk about Ignite a lot in person (so I’ve been told), so I’ll try to rein it in as a New Year’s resolution.
It’s a big, brassy part of my life – you’ll have to excuse my ardor.
(Photo credit: Yann Ropars)