I received a top-secret phone call last Thursday. The mission – should I chose to accept it – was to hit the town Saturday night and try to crash all of the hottest Super Bowl parties the night before the Big Game. I would be given a new tricked-out 2011 Ford Explorer to drive and a savvy posse of fellow-crashers. There were no tickets and no special access. The challenge was to drive up in a great car, bullshit our way into these exclusive events and document our journey.
I’ve always liked a challenge… In college, my friends and I had a rule. Never stand in line, never pay cover and never pay for drinks. It worked great when I was 20. But could I still compete with a bevvy of the city’s hottest gals who were ALL out on the same night?
My co-horts in crime and I met up for dinner at Villa-O Saturday evening to formulate our plan of attack. We came up with a list of the most high-profile parties and decided to start at the top and work our way down to see where we could get in. (more…)