This blog has been pretty Kardashian-heavy today, but this post is just to inform you that it would be as Kardashian-heavy as it could have been if Kim and Kris were having a second wedding.

Could you imagine? Two weddings is two many weddings! (Well, one wedding is too many weddings if you ask me, but I just don’t like wearing white.) So, to clarify: party, not wedding. Okay.

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Is it life imitating art? Leighton Meester attended a party in her honor at New York’s W Hotel — and all the cool kids showed up! The party was thrown by Nylon Mag, whose cover Leighton graces this month. Gossip Girl stars Jessica Szohr and Michelle Trachtenberg were there along with Leighton’s The Roommate co-star, Minka Kelly. Bonus: Kanye West and Jared Leto showed up just in time to flip off the camera. Thanks, guys!

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I went to a party yesterday. Would you like to hear about it? I see no reason why you wouldn’t, because parties are awesome, unless they are lame. But this one was not lame because there was free beer and also tacos. Tacos, you guys, tacos.

Question: If 200 enthusiastic party-goers are each holding a glass tumbler full of Heineken, how long will it take for your super-chill vibe to be disrupted by the sound of shattering glass?

A: Approximately 2.5 minutes, unless the music is especially loud.

Crushable’s Barbie correspondent Tyler Coates and I went to the event together, and we got totally lost trying to find the thing. We ended up wandering aimlessly though the Samuel Gompers Housing Projects on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, which, if you’ve ever read Lush Life, you’ll know was a very smart idea. We finally found the event based mostly on the fact that it was surrounded by incredibly bright lights that not even my great-grandfather could have missed after a shot of morphine (we are dumb). We wandered in during Diplo‘s set. Meaning: hooray! Do you guys know that Diplo has a tattoo of a diplodocus on his forearm? A dino tattoo on his arm! That’s like the cutest thing ever in the history of the world. (Full disclosure: Diplo’s totally on the celebs-it’s-cool-for-me-to-sleep-with list I handed my boyfriend after our six-month anniversary. Actually that’s a lie — I don’t have a boyfriend, because I’m the type of person who makes lists of people I’d like to have sex with.)

But anyway, Diplo was rad and there were those tacos which Tyler and I totally ate two of apiece. After that we got pretzels! We are disgusting slobs! (Please, nobody tell Diplo.) You know what was even better than the pretzels, though? Cee-Lo Green and his all-female backup band clad in lacy white jumpsuits from American Apparel. He ended his set with “Fuck You,” and I was all like: um, isn’t this song supposed to have a ukelele? I thought it best not to mention anything though, because it’s pretty embarrassing to forget both your key instrument and your barbershop quartet.

Tyler and I left after Cee-Lo, mostly because there were no more pretzels. Pete Rock and Nas were going on later, but we had other parties to attend — parties where the beer was not free and the ukeleles were unfortunately more abundant. Sigh.

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He chatted with strangers and media people wanting to meet him, doing the thing where he asked a bunch of questions to the other person ostensibly as a method to distract said other person from asking him person questions. Based on my conversations with random media peeps who talked to him, I gathered he was curious, amiable and would nicely ask, “Are you going to write something mean about me?” to outlets he didn’t trust.

Also he apparently “liked” the New York magazine article written about him, which, based on reading the article, remains consistent to James method of avoiding direct contact with journalists at parties, leaving writers to pick up gossip about the 27 Hours actor’s life from his assistants and random peoples’ Tumblr.

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For example, the first sentence of this book is “I’m the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide.”

Of course Party – told from the perspective of 11 different high-schoolers going to “one final bash” (though it’s the beginning of the summer and they’re all juniors? So there should be a lot more bashes?) – is not on the same playing field as any of those things I wrote about above. It doesn’t really have to be: It’s good enough that Laveen wrote a book that is pretty accurate in how 17-year-olds think and feel … like “drunk,” or “suicidal,” or “hating your mom.” There are some missteps along the way: a whole subplot involving our fear of the Middle East, too many mentions of Batman: Year One (read by a girl, no less!), and the whole thing ending up with *spoiler alert* everyone happy and changed for the better.

So should you go out and buy a copy of Party? It really depends on your taste: If you happen to be a fan of those teen movies about the epic journey to the party (Can’t Hardly Wait/Dazed and Confused/Superbad), Party reads like a potential script for an upcoming film in the same vein. It has none of the snarky social commentary that those movies had though, which sort of makes it the Freddie Prince Jr. of teen party books. A fun, easy read with no complicated subtext. Hey, not everything has to be Donnie Darko.

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After a whole night in those shoes, it’s hard to believe Hilary could still walk! Ouch!

Images: MAVRIXONLINE

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The fab earrings that Hilary is wearing, the safety pin, were the same we saw Hilary recently wearing at the premiere of her movie, Stay Cool.

First Image: Newscom

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