A Tale of Five Dinners

As a professional campus speaker, I am frequently asked to a dinner before or after my keynotes. Sometimes these are fun, rewarding experiences, with lots of laughs and good ideas shared. Other times, I want to take the fork off the table and jam it in my eye.

Here are five very common dinners that I experience on a regular basis.


The Dinner I Like

The advisor asks if I want to go grab a beer or a bite to eat after the program. We sit there and have a really great conversation about Student Life, families, kids, football, Chris Brown vs. Rhianna, whatever. It doesn't matter what we eat, and it feels great to make a lasting connection with a campus professional. I've had awesome dinners like this recently, one with my friend Kaye in LaCrosse, Wisconsin, and another with my pal Kelly Jo in Iowa City. It feels great to make a new friend or reconnect with an old one when you're spending a long stretch on the road.

The Other Dinner I Like

A couple of students (and sometimes an advisor) who have worked to bring me to campus want to go out for a meal before or after the program at a quiet restaurant. Since there isn't music blaring, we can hear each other as we spend time discussing issues they are facing. They know a little (or a lot) about me, and they ask my opinions. It's a small group, and I ask them about their challenges. They share honest stories from their experiences, and I give them some ideas I've come across from other campuses. Everyone is at this dinner because they want to be. I get some information that will help me in the keynote that night, or at the keynote tomorrow night at the next school.

The "Speaker as a Free Meal Ticket" Dinner

The sponsor says, "Some of the students want to take you out to eat before the program." About 14 of them show up, and they don't know a thing about me or what I'm speaking about. Then, throughout the meal, they talk among themselves about their plans for the weekend, that crazy thing that happened at the Greek Week event last night, or about who's dating whom. Everyone at the table orders the big meal because their organization is paying the bill, and most of them also order an alcoholic beverage. I sit there for the first 20 minutes trying to make a connection, even though no one is actually talking to me, and then I excuse myself to go make a phone call. I return to the dining area to see that no one is missing me, so I sit at the bar and have a conversation with the bartender. After the $400 bill is paid, half the students tell me it was nice to meet me, but they can't come to the program. They have other things to do.

The Surprise Program Dinner

I show up to a student dinner (usually at the Student Union) and find out that the staff member has actually gathered a rather large group together for a dinner program. I thought we were just eating and having casual conversation, but no. The advisor is expecting a dinner speech, and I suddenly have to pull something out of the air. And, since these students will likely be in my keynote two hours later, I have to talk about something different than what's in the main talk. Sometimes at these dinners, the students are attending because they were told they had to, and the advisor sits there and says things like, "What questions do you guys have for T.J.?" The students stare blankly at their plates. Feeling like the unwanted elderly aunt at Sunday night dinner, I lamely ask, "What are some of the biggest issues you've faced so far this academic year?" More plate staring.

The "Come Eat at Our Fraternity House" Dinner

I'm invited for dinner at a fraternity or sorority house prior to the program. I show up at the door, and the brother who answers has no idea who I am. I ask for the person I'm meeting and the young man in sweatpants and a wife-beater slurping cereal from a bowl tells me to wait in the foyer. Other brothers walk past me while I'm waiting and don't say anything to me. My host finally comes down and warmly invites me to the dining room. Six brothers are sitting at one of the tables. When we come in, they shoot us looks and finish up so they won't have to engage with us. My young host apologizes but says tonight was pot pie night and everything is gone. Would I like some cereal?

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Honestly, the dinner is part of being a campus speaker, and it's usually a positive experience. One look at me, and you'll know that I don't turn down many dinner invitations. There are many campus visits where the dinner is an absolute blast.

But, it's a lot more rewarding for everyone when the participants actually WANT to be there. An awkward dinner with stone-faced student prisoners is a soul-sucking experience.

At this time of stretched budgets, advisors want to get the most out of a speaker's time on campus, and that makes perfect sense. Asking the speaker to have dinner to get a little bit more benefit for your students makes sense.

Whether it's a quiet dinner with staffers, or a meal with highly-engaged and interested student leaders, just make sure that you're using the time for some true benefit. Give the speaker some idea of who will be there and what's expected. Don't set up a dinner unless someone genuinely wants the extra time with the speaker.

Save me a seat at Applebee's

I have a strange relationship with the restaurant chain, Applebee's.

Back in the mid-Nineties, my former speaking partner and I visited the University of Wyoming. The students who hosted us to campus were incredibly friendly and hospitable. They always seem to be appreciative of speakers who make the trip up to Laramie to see them. After the program, they told me and Joel that they wanted to take us out to dinner to a local neighborhood grill that had just opened not far from campus.

"We know you like to eat in places that reflect the local flavor," one student told us. "You'll love this place. There's lots of University of Wyoming stuff on the walls and the food is really great." Sure enough, it was an Applebee's. The students had no idea it was a chain and that Joel and I had probably eaten at two others that week in other states. We didn't have the heart to tell them.

Monday I was in Maryville, Missouri, visiting Northwest Missouri State University. In addition to being the home of the Bearcats, it's also the home of the most crowded, rockin' Applebee's I've ever seen. Maryville doesn't have a ton of sit-down restaurants, and the students and the locals LOVE LOVE LOVE their Applebee's. It's seriously the place to see and be seen. Over several visits to Maryville, I've seen a line out the door at 4 pm and at midnight. Whoever owns that place is making a fortune.

I visited another Applebee's at another school last year where the Black Greek organizations had their own designated section. I guess it was their hangout.

I have a story in my program about a weird encounter with a sorority pledge class in a North Carolina Applebee's. I should get free dinner coupons from the chain for the amount of publicity I've given them on college campuses. I have an Applebee's in the parking lot of the office building where CAMPUSPEAK is based. On the flight home today, I started watching the first season of Friday Night Lights (which is awesome, by the way) and several scenes are set in an Applebee's there in fictional Dillon, Texas.

No real point to this post except to give a shout out to Applebee's. There's a certain amount of comfort that comes from being able to eat the same Oriental Chicken Salad in any corner of America. But, if an executive from Chili's is reading, send me a gift card. I think I'm ready to branch out.

Shout Out: Cal State Chico

Just returning from Chico, CA, and a terrific night of speaking to Greek leaders there. Their community has been through a lot of change in the last several years, and they are trying to emerge from all the drama in a positive way. Like one leader told me last night, "I feel like the Greek community is something completely different than what I joined three years ago. Good or bad, it's left us pretty confused about what the hell we're doing."

Change is always hard, whether you perceive it as forced upon you, or well overdue. Last night, I spent time with the IFC, Panhellenic, and MGC leaders of the Chico State Greek community urging them to stop playing defense and to start playing offense. Instead of having change dictated to them, it's time for them to start setting standards and exceeding the expectations of their university community. Only when they decide that they are going to push for positive change will the university stand beside them instead of behind them, pushing. I also encouraged them to start building a bank of allies on campus who will help them move in the positive direction -- a board of directors, if you will.

So, SHOUT OUT to the Greek leaders at Chico. I was impressed by their honesty and willingness to share. Unlike many Greeks who have been through immense change, they weren't whiny. They are unsure about how to be the leaders who tip things toward the positive. But, I heard a lot of good things from them, and the start of a new school year is a great time to make things happen.

Hot day, warm welcome

Today, I'm sitting in an outdoor cafe at the Arizona Biltmore and Spa in Phoenix. Phenomenally beautiful place, I have to say. Fountains, flowers, palm trees. Impeccable landscaping. A big fat chair with a cushion I'm wish I could afford in my own home.

But, of course, I'm here in August. I'm sitting in a long-sleeved shirt and dress pants on a day predicted to hit 110, and sweating my ass off.

Fortunately, I'm here for the Sigma Alpha Mu Fraternity convention, and coming here is always like reuniting with family. So many fantastic alumni in this organization. Within moments of arrival, the "old guys" were asking me about the family and sharing stories. The Sammies warm my heart.

I swear ... a real life roadrunner just ran by on the lawn. Even in 110 degree heat, Arizona rocks.