Immediately, I message Tai. It's Wednesday evening.
A few hours pass, and I haven't gotten a reply back. I'm frustrated because other people are commenting, "Thanks for the invite!" as if they had personally chatted with him already.
The next morning, I check my DMs. Still nothing.
So, I have less than 48 hours to:
- "Sell" my mom on the idea.
- Receive an official invitation from Tai.
- Fly to Los Angeles.
Now, I just need to convince my mom that I won't be:
It's Friday night. I only have 12 hours left.
Reluctantly, my mom gives me her last-minute approval to attend Tai's pool party!
I arrive at Tai's Beverly Hills mansion. It's Saturday afternoon.
The party is everything you'd expect from Tai Lopez. Luxury cars, beautiful women, self-replenishing buckets of booze, but — believe it or not — no books!
Here's what shocked me...
Sure, you can argue that Tai is obnoxious and egotistical, flaunting his wealth at every opportunity. What you don't see on YouTube is his humility and generosity.
Tai patiently let me chat with him, when he could have easily said no.
He also invited us, his guests, to share photos from the party on social media by using the hashtag #HereInMyPool. For every hashtag used, Tai donated $100 to American Red Cross.
Over $25,000 was raised in total, and that money is being used to provide aid to victims of violence and terrorism.
The moral of the story?
Hopefully I'm wrong, but Tai donated more to charity in a single night than I likely will in my entire life.
Don't judge a book by its cover (or a Tai Lopez by its Lamborghini).