Some conversations need a different room.
After a sale, the dinner invitations multiply and somehow get worse. More people want something from you, and fewer conversations feel worth dressing for. If that has been your experience, this is the exception.
The XIT is that different room: ten founders, one long table, and the question the calendar never makes time for. Money settled. Meaning open.
It reads two ways. That is deliberate.
The XIT takes its name from the ranch. The original XIT ran three million acres across ten counties of the Panhandle, and its sale financed the building of the Texas State Capitol. Legend says the brand stood for Ten in Texas. It was designed to be simple, hard to alter, and unmistakable at a distance.
Ours marks something smaller and, we would argue, harder to build: ten chairs, once a month, where founders who have already made their exit sit with the questions that come after it.
One table. One question. Two and a half hours.
A second Wednesday, every month, in a private room at Spanish Oaks. No name tags, no speakers, no slides. Each dinner opens with a single question worth the evening, and the table takes it from there.
Arrive. A proper pour and the first conversations, standing up.
Seated. The question is put to the table over dinner.
Hard stop. The evening ends while the conversation is still alive.
The Particulars
- Private dining room, Spanish Oaks
- Ten seats, never more
- USD $350 per seat, paid ahead
- Dinner, drinks, and valet fully covered
A bigger number was never the point.
The XIT is not about chasing a bigger number on a screen. It is about what wealth is finally for: freedom, family, health, purpose, how you invest what you have, and the legacy you leave. Money settles one set of questions, and opens a harder, better one.
The aim is not more. The aim is a life that is more intentional, more resilient, and more your own.
Some evenings begin here
- Making meaning after the exit, without reflexively starting the next company.
- The power of AI, and the unintended consequences few are pricing in.
- Promise or peril? Raising children in a world being remade by AI.
- What your health is worth, once you can afford everything but time.
- What you want your wealth to say after you are gone.
Three rules. Held without exception.
What is said at the table stays at the table. Stories may leave the room; names never do.
No one sells anything. No decks, no deals, no soft pitches over dessert. There is nothing to buy here, including from the host.
Primus inter pares is suspended at the door. Whatever you ran, whatever you sold, tonight everyone is simply inter pares: among equals.
Who takes a chair, and what this is not.
The table looks for
- Founders and owners who have already sold, in whole or in meaningful part
- People more curious than impressive, though most are both
- The ability to keep a confidence without being reminded
- An appetite for the harder question: what the money is for
The table is not
- A networking event, a mastermind, or a deal room
- A seminar. Nothing is taught and nothing is managed
- A pipeline. No follow-up, no list, no funnel
- Recorded, photographed, or posted. Anywhere
The fee covers dinner, a well-poured evening, valet parking, and the private room, with intention to spare. Nothing else is asked for on the night: the valet is covered, and no gratuity is accepted. Truly all-in. It exists for one reason: a table of ten only works when all ten chairs are filled by people who chose to be there.
Requests are read personally. When the table is full, seats open as they open.