People Tell Us About the Best Places They've Managed to Sneak Into

Assuming you're not a total square, you know that sneaking into somewhere you're not meant to be is one of life's greatest pleasures. Whether through flirty finessing or bank heist levels of preparation, scofflaws have been finding creative ways into places they should not be since the first bouncer crawled out the primordial ooze.

We asked people for their most brazen, foolish, and crazy sneaking in stories. Using props, deception, and good old-fashioned American ingenuity, these scamps followed their entitlement like a divining rod to free entertainment and VIP treatment. Even our old friend the high-visibility vest, nature's skeleton key, makes an appearance in these tales of subterfuge.

Photo courtesy of Vitalii Sediuk

The first celebrity I saw was Adele. I immediately asked for a selfie and she did it for me. So I decided to follow Adele's team and see if I could go with them on the red carpet. Someone from Adele's people was not let inside so there were a slight argument and I used that situation, where the security guys were busy with them, to get on the red carpet. Once on the carpet, I started using my iPhone to conduct interviews with celebrities.

The red carpet was announced to be closing in five minutes. So again I decided to follow some people, and this time it was a lady in a green dress. To my surprise, I went through at least five security gates very fast with her. It's like security just checked our pockets and that's it. All of a sudden we arrived at the front-row seats of the Grammys. The lady in green had turned out to be Katy Perry!

I heard that the ceremony was about to start so we had to occupy our seats. There were not many empty seats at that time. I tried to check my luck and sit near Beyoncé but Jay Z showed up at the last second so I had to think of another plan. I sat just behind Justin Timberlake and Sting on the second row. I later found out that I'd occupied Adam Levine's seat from Maroon 5 and he had to sit on the floor near Blake Shelton. So I was there sitting comfortably pretending that I belonged to that community, enjoying rubbing shoulders with all these famous people that I constantly see on TV. But I saw that people around me were whispering, probably wondering who is this guy?

Then we heard the first award category announcement of the night—best pop solo performance—and, of course, it went to Adele. I decided to rush on stage pretending it's actually me who was receiving that award. I couldn't sit there any longer because there's a constant rotation in seats between artists and I knew that sooner or later they would have found out that I had neither ticket nor credential. So I came up with idea to do something memorable for me.

Once on stage beside Adele, I said into the microphone "Thank you for this award! Adele, you are my inspiration!" Then I was rushed off stage by Jennifer Lopez. In the backstage there was already a ton of angry and confused people waiting for me, including police who later arrested me. Luckily they released me the next morning. -Vitalii, Ukraine

Ended up taking a photo of one of my friends artist passes, going to Kinkos, printing off sheets and sheets and getting them laminated. Getting in, selling the surplus passes for $50 each and living like a pop punk king for a weekend. -Matt, Jersey City

Some cops jumped the gun in anticipation of kids hopping the railing to get onto the field and started pepper spraying the crowd still lawfully hanging out in the stands. Some of us, myself included, who were hit with the spray figured if we were going to get fucked up by cops, we might as well be on the field for it.

I hopped the railing and dropped the ten feet or so only to have someone immediately grab the collar of my shirt and snarl 'got you, you little shit.' In what was probably the most graceful physical movement of my life, I yanked myself backwards out of my shirt and scoffed 'no, you don't' before running off into the crowd.

Now I'm shirtless and partially blind in a sea of people on the field with someone probably pursuing me. I flagged down the first person I saw who was holding an extra shirt and quickly got his shirt and email and swore up and down that I'd get his clothing back to him.

Now on the field and lam, I wanted out but didn't have an exit strategy. I happened to spot a sports photographer I'd talked to just the day before and ran up to her, explained my situation and asked if she'd help get me out. She gave me her camera bag to carry and we walked out through the staff tunnel with me posing as her assistant. We also ended up dating for a number of years after that and her sneaking my dumb ass out was the start of it. -Robert, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

I called a hotel, which I will leave anonymous, and I told them that I was Mr St. Aubin, an agent at the William Morris Agency.

I told the woman who answered that I had a very big agent on the line who needed to speak to someone above her paygrade, essentially. I was doing a character voice so that I could then mute it real quick and then switch to my real voice and come across as two people—both the assistant and the agent. As the agent, I told her that I represented Ben Stiller, Jennifer Aniston, Skyler Stone (i.e. me), and James Vanderbeek, and that my clients' NYE plans had fallen through at the last minute, leaving them in the Vegas area with nothing to do.

When I got transferred to the most important person they could find to talk to me, I realized it was some guy's cellphone who was probably on vacation. I could tell we had a scenario wherein we could both "bond" in having to do such a tall order at the last minute together.

After our bro-ing out, he immediately went into what he was willing to offer my "clients." He gave us four luxury suites, food and beverage credit, VIP immediate entrance to their hot new club AND our own table with comped bottle service and our own security guard whose sole job was to escort us to our OWN bathroom whenever any of us needed it.

Best part of the whole trip was the movie scene-esque moment when we arrived. With the New Year's eve traffic we did not get there until 11:56 PM. Somehow we walked into the club together screaming the midnight countdown along with the crowd and made it to our VIP table right at "one."

After taking full advantage of the complimentary drinks and partying a bunch, we finally went on up to our room. And there it was. A fucking beautiful, expensive gift basket full of artisanal cheeses and fine meats and olives dipped in the greatest olive oil ever. There was a card on it that even said "Mr. Stone."

And my phone died that night and I left my charger in the RV but by the time that we were able to get it back on, my phone had several voicemails from several people all up and down the chain of command of that hotel. The tone of said messages was getting more frustrated the further we listened to them. They definitely had "questions", and we were not in the mood to try and cobble together some answers. So even though we had another comped night to stay at that hotel, we got out of there that day. -Skyler, Los Angeles