#TrueStory: Last night I crashed the Governor's Ball
<editorsnote> So ... this loverly message was cryptically posted on my Facebook page yesterday ...
And after leaving that comment ... this email arrived in my inbox. HIT IT KENN!! </editorsnote>
I awoke fairly late yesteryday, somewhere around 1 pm. I had nothing planned other than continuing studying Portuguese for an upcoming inveterview at a record label for their Latin Division which I won't get but why the heck not try. At least attempting will give me a definite answer and will get rid of that "what if?" feeling.I got on facebook and was dealing with a few issues. The facebook of my good friend had been "phished" and certain info might have been compromised. I'm his pseudo music manager and manage his online presence, Facebook music page, Twitter, Youtube. I was dealing with that whole onslaught, when on the side bar, a picture of you showed up. It was the picture of when you met Pete Cashmore. I read up on the story on how you crashed the Grammys to meet him and what not.
After a thinking about it for a split second I decided that I was going to do the same, but for Emmys. Yes, I was taking a page out of your book. After a quick Google search I found where the AMC After Party was going to be held. Being a fan of Mad Men and knowing that they usually win I thought it was a great Party to crash.
I got to Mr. C Hotel in Beverly Hills around 8:30 and hung out the bar, sipping on an Old Fashioned (how mad men of me, I know.) waiting to see if there was a away to get in unnoticed. Scoped the location for a bit and knew this was going to be challenge. The AMC Party is a more private affair, everyone there really knows each other making it harder to just slip in. I tried going with a group of people and that didn't fly. Tried getting in through a side door, and that was a bust. After an hour of failed attempts… I was all but ready to give up. That is, until I was reminded of the Governor's Ball. It's a bigger party and might just be easier to get through the cracks.
I drive down to the Convention Center… and head straight up the entrance. I look the part, I just need to seem to belong, I thought to myself. There was fewer security that I thought but this could have been attributed to that the party had been going on for a while now. After evading and dodging several security guards (which seemed very 007/spy-ish), the time of truth came. I was at the entrance and was about to walk in without being seen unitl I hear…
"Can see your invitation?"
Crap! I had come too far to fail. I reached in to my inner breast pocket and utter, "Fuck, I forgot it."
"Can I just go in? You see that guy right there? I'm with him."
"No sir. You need a ticket…"
"What if I call him and he waves me over?"
"I would like to see you try."
So last ditch attempt (if this didn't work, I was going literally do a mad dash inside)… I dial a bogus number and try to make eye contact with anyone.
For seer luck, I made eye contact with someone and waved.
This where I would like to thank that person's parents for raising their kid right. The guy waved back, as to signify as he knew me. I tell the security guy that that's whom I have to meet up with.
I can see the inner struggle he was having… then he just said…
"Go on in. Have fun."
I walk up to the man and shake his hand and just say thank you. The guy is dumbfounded and doesn't realized that he gave me my ticket to one of the most exclusives parties in Los Angeles.
The rest is what people call history.
This my story on how I was able to crash an Emmy Party, the Governor's Ball. By dressing the part, by acting the part, and determination.