Brittney mentions the WKRN holiday party that she couldn’t make on Saturday. I learned about this particular party from an unidentified source and thought, since I have already broken into WKRN’s studios, I might as well crash Sechrist’s big holiday blowout. What made it even more exciting was that I was already prepared as I was wearing my tux.

My source told me that the party was being held at Sechrist’s house in the Governor’s Club. Upon leaving the big blogger party at the Mothership (where I arrived fairly late), I headed down to the Brentwood straight to the Governor’s Club.

I talked my way into the Governor’s Club past the guard gate. They gave me an address after I said I was there for Sechrist’s party (because I had “lost my directions”). I found my way to the right address (finally) and got valet parked, walked in, a guy took my coat and I got a drink and started walking around. My first thoughts were…”Wow, Secrist is really doing this thing up right.” I even saw Congresswoman Marsha Blackburn there. The only problem was that I didn’t see anyone else I recognized. Then, I asked one of the servers…”Where’s Mike?” “Who?” “Mike Sechrist.” “Who’s that?”

Well…I had suspected it, but this confirmed it. I had crashed the wrong party…in my tux. The guards thought I said somebody else’s name that starts with an S. Not Sechrist. Which proves my point that when wearing a tux, you can pretty much go anywhere you want. No wonder James Bond is so successful. But I digress.

I finally got a hold of someone in the know and they gave me the right address (which was not in the Governor’s Club). I showed up and all was well. Free drinks and a cigar. I didn’t get to stay long as I had to be somewhere else, but let me tell you…Sechrist puts on a good party. Just not as good as the one I accidently crashed.

Update: You have to watch out…you never know where I might show up. lol