How New York's most notorious party crasher got bounced

Sri Lankan takes the notoriety again...

On a sweaty July evening, a stylish crowd of New York cognoscenti cooled its heels at the Ziegfeld Theater, waiting for a private preview of Pirates of the Caribbean II. Suddenly, the quiet hum of conversation was broken by an angry altercation in the lobby.
"Don't you know who I am?" barked a perspiring, disheveled figure, as he elbowed his way to the front of the concessions line. Flashing a laminated pass, he began to chastize anyone who would listen,"You don't even know who I am. You have no idea." Finally, popcorn in hand, the nuisance stumbled down the aisle, dropped into a seat, and spilled his prize across the floor.
It was just another night out for Priyantha Silva.
Silva's not a celebrity. He's not particularly rich or handsome. In fact it's a safe bet you've never heard of him. But, to a growing number of security personnel around town, he's become an almost legendary figure: Priyantha Silva, party crasher.
Sri Lankan by birth, New York's most notorious interloper has ambushed every see-and-be-seen function the city has to offer, from fashion industry events and movie premieres to gallery openings, charity fundraisers, and corporate-sponsored product launches, from Bridgehampton polo matches to celebrity-studded Gucci galas. If there's a free cocktail to be consumed, chances are good that Priyantha Silva will find a way to get through the door and consume it. And while he's not the only one of his kind to make the New York party scene his playground (regulars like Shaggy, a perennially uninvited guest with Christopher Lloyd hair, are always lurking somewhere behind the velvet ropes), his loud white suits and tropical shirts make him the most conspicuous crasher on the circuit. To Silva, slipping past Manhattan's clipboard centurions appears to be a full-time job.

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