Apparently this guy, DJ Poet, is Will.I.Am's DJ but you know I never know who anyone is when I meet them.

The night I snapped this photo he was DJing for Ashlee Simpson's private event at The Underground. It was so much fun!

I got to stand in line for an hour, in 10 degree weather while the security guards told me that they were at capacity AND that I might not be on the list (they couldn't seem to make up their mind).

In the end, it worked out just fine. They realized (once my right hand was frost bitten from texting) that they made a mistake and I was overlooked....OOPS! So then I got to go down and meet my friends, who were all completely drunk and sit court side to watch Ashlee's 10 minute performance.

One overpriced drink later, I busted the hell out of there caught up to DJ Poet on the street.

I thought his style was totally cute...in a grown up skater kind of way.

At some point in his early thirties (I hope) he'll need to ditch the backpack and chain wallet because that shit doesn't stay cute forever.

Last week I got the amazing opportunity to meet and greet with Victoria Beckham a.k.a. Posh Spice when she came to Chicago. The miniature starlet was in town for a concert and to promote her denim line, DVB, at Saks. Lucky for me, my bff is the Denim Director at the Michigan Ave. department store, so I didn't have to wait in line with the superfans. Instead, I waited in a small, private room (probably the size of my kitchen) and sipped champagne (FYI it was 11 AM) with the ladies-who-lunch and S5A's head honchos until Posh's grand entrance. I came across a real-life Charlotte York, the newest "Louies" and more diamonds than the eye could see. Posh and I wore matching black blazers. Obviously because great minds think alike. Here's a taste of what I saw...

When I found out Malibu rum was having a free drink event I was totally there (because I'm a total whore for free alcohol). When I looked back at the flyer I realized that Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy Pete was hosting and thought, "Oh no, this is going to be interesting". Annnd, I was totally right. The event turned out to be a wannabe Stoli Hotel with hour long drink lines and bad music. To top it off, everyone there was dressed, um, pretty bad (to say the least). Even the host himself was wearing one of those Middle Eastern scarves that were popular like three seasons ago! For some reason I never seem to learn that nothing comes without a price tag (especially free booze).