Do you remember the infamous party crashers—Michaele & Tareq Salahi—who, in 2009, ‘gate-crashed’ a White House State dinner for the Indian Prime Minister? The Virginian-socialite couple managed to not only enter a private event—uninvited, of course—but bypassed two secret service checkpoints, one which even required a photo ID. Their scandalous and brazen actions resulted in a Formal Investigation, and left a nation shocked and unsettled as to the efficacy of our national security.

The Secret Service eventually issued a statement saying they were embarrassed admitting that certain protocols had not been followed. You see, it was raining that night: so, in an effort to quickly expedite guests into the event, security protocols—like checking IDs—were overlooked, and it was surmised that the Salahis were admitted simply because… they looked like they belonged.

While sneaking into a black-tie dinner with the President seems unfathomable, ‘gate-crashing’ and ‘party crashers’ are more of a common thing in Hollywood. With a plethora of events going on in town 365 days of the year, there is no lack of people trying to get into events that they were not invited to.

As I have never wanted my five minutes of fame to be seen on TMZ as a party crasher, I hold out for actual invitations, hoping the universe will be kind to me and invite me to enough things so I don’t die of single-girl-boredom.

It all started with a delicious invite from a girlfriend of mine who works for SBE Entertainment Group. In case you don’t know who SBE are, they own a multitude of cool, high-end restaurants and hotels worldwide; basically, they are huge. I am always so grateful when my friend includes me in something they are doing, as I know that—not only will I have a blast—I will also enjoy quality food, high-end drinks, an upscale crowd— and most likely—a gift bag to take home. Basically, a winner-winner-chicken-dinner of a ‘free and fabulous’ night for a single-chick in Hollywood.

So, one Wednesday, when my SBE girlfriend sent me an email asking if I wanted to pop by Hyde on Thursday night, I emailed her back straight away saying I would love to come, and asked if she would mind if I brought a friend. My friend Carrie was in town from Seattle, so I thought it would be something fun for the two of us to do. Carrie, a busy mommy and wife, was more than happy to have a glamorous girls-night-out instead of the happy hour at Pizzeria Il Fico, which was our original plan.

February nights can be cold in Los Angeles, and on this night, the temperature was going to be dipping down into the low 40s. Okay, not Canada cold, not -40 below Manitoba Celsius cold, but cold for LA. Carrie, who had not anticipated attending a swank soiree when she left Seattle for LA, was concerned that she hadn’t her sexy-LA-attire in tow. I told her, as it was fucking-freezing outside, that I would wear jeans or pants or something, so not to worry.

Girls, we worry about everything, why????…. be