A reader writes, "About 5 or 6 years ago a buddy of mine received a hand delivered invitation to a party in honor of the release of Richard Gere's Tibetan photo journal book. The true recipient of the invitation had just moved out of the office my friend was leasing. I said we should go- so we RSVP'ed using the schmucks name and the two of us set out to crash. As we walked over to the address we realized it was someone's private home! (just above Houston). As we made it through the first checkpoint my buddy poked me and said 'you idiot! this is [Vogue Editor] Anna Wintour's home!' but we pressed on through the foyer (I passed Richard Gere himself who nodded to me like he knew me?) As we walked to the main reception area there stood AW in all her skinny-ass glory. She took one look at us and I realized that there were probably less than 30 people invited to this party and they were all personal friends. We were toast! They threw us out in about 30 seconds. HAHAHAHAHA. I never even got my lips around a Cosmo or a Chicken Satay!"