The SECB is at the Rossi/Reichert thing at the Bellevue Hilton, where a member of the Reichert clan approached us and requested that we stay 50 feet away from the people in the Reichert party, because they are "disturbed" by The Stranger. (How come?) Now they've got a rent-a-cop looking at us from around a corner, and we might be thrown out soon.

In the meantime, we cornered Slade Gorton, whom we complimented on his lovely raspberry sweater. "Well, red's the color for tonight!" said Gorton, who was hustled away just as we were asking him to take a picture with our can of Four Loko. (See below.) We are literally about to be thrown out of here.