What does an Extra correspondent, Diddy’s son, and a tech trade show have in common? Um. They all helped contribute to one of my life goals…a conversation with Justin Bieber (maybe not a LIFE goal, but at least something that 13-year-old SK would think was really dope.)

The trade show? CES in Las Vegas. I was there to do coverage of all the latest gadgets and unveilings for the tech show I host for Sony called “SGNL.” I was done taping on Tuesday but I asked to stay til Weds because I jokingly told the network that I wanted to stalk Justin Bieber the next day during his appearance at the TOSY booth for some robot unveiling. OK maybe it wasn’t exactly a joke. And maybe it wasn’t stalking. Either way. I admitted that I was a sucker for the 17-year-old heartthrob,  and that I shouldn’t leave Vegas without trying to have a moment (Especially since the week before, unbeknownst to me, Biebs was at the Laugh Factory for an 8pm show, and I was two doors down at Coffee Bean hanging out with a friend, who’d be doing a spot on the 10pm Laugh Factory show that same evening. Needless to say, I held hanging out with said-friend against him because I felt he kept me from Bieber.)

PS I guess I forget how crazy regular America is when it comes to celebrities, because I went to the event 20 minutes early thinking I’d be fine. Wrong. Chaos. Tons of people. Yeah. Even at a tech trade show dominated by middle-aged men in suits, there were Beliebers. Or at least, parents of Beliebers who wanted photos with him to get validation and autographs to buy their children’s love.

Even techies <3 Bieber

Anyway I maneuver my way to the front of the side area crowd so I’m on the edge where the velvet rope was (because I’m a badass like that and make myself appear important so people move when I say I need to get through. Too bad this approach does not work when trying to cross security.) Security doesn’t care that I have a press badge. In fact… he stands in my way, blocks my view, is basically kind of a jerk.

As I stand there and wait, I see Scooter Braun. If you don’t know who that is, you’re not a real fan (and for you non-fans reading this that want to know, he’s the guy that discovered Bieber on YouTube years ago, and now acts as his manager.)

I ask Scooter if Justin is available for interviews. He says he’s not doing anyway. I ask if  he knows what Biebs’ favorite app is, and said that he definitely couldn’t answer that, as his name is attached to too many brands. Anyway. We chat more. He’s super nice, so I figure since I wasn’t gonna blog about Bieber, I could at least have a solid Scooter Braun story. Obviously, a blog requires a picture. So then I say “This may be a weird question, but then again, you probably get it all the time – can I take a picture with you?” He said it was definitely a weird question, laughed, and posed anyway. We chatted again later. He asked if we just walk around CES and are given free stuff. Not really. I told him Biebs could do that, but not me.I establish that I host a tech show for Sony and I could probably get Bieber Playstation stuff, before I realized he probably already gets all that stuff. Scooter reassured me that yes, indeed, Biebs gets a lot of swag. Observation of Scooter’s dopeness? Canadian lady nearby chats w scooter. Scooter brings her back a signed Bieber picture. This middle-aged woman eeeks over him. This is when I realized Scooter is the nicest person ever (maybe not EVER. But you know what I mean.) As an industry profesh working for someone as big as Bieber, you have the status to be a jerk, and he isn’t. This alone is reason for him to be my new temporary crush (Plus, I like guys who wear hoodies, don’t know why. Think it’s that whole Eminem appeal. Swag.)

SK & SB

Anyway. Since I had maneuvered my way to the front of the side area blocked off by a velvetrope, I was positioned in such a way that, even though I couldn’t really see too much, there were swarms of people behind me, thus making it impossible to exit. Keep in mind, I don’t wait. I don’t wait in lines ever. Call me spoiled, call me impatient, really… I just think I can spend my time in better ways. Plus, I’ve been fortunate to someone get access to things just through friendships and random connections (khannections? Ack. I try too hard to be clever.)

So here I am thinking, “Wow, yeah…13-year-old SK would have def waited through all of this for a Timberlake sighting, and here she is now… over a decade later…waiting for the OTHER (possibly more talented) Justin.

Baby Belieber

And as soon as I think that…the connections start working. A dear friend, Adrianna Costa, who is a correspondent for Extra, is there covering the event. She and her producer spot me and we hug/chat. Security now eases up because the people of Extra have essentially validated me (Vegas/LA = image. If you appear to know important people,  security folks become nicer) – and now security allows me to hop the rope and get into the VIP press/area.

As I’m standing there, I see a guy who I know. I’m like, wait…is it Quincy?! So I text my friend Deepa whose home I had met Quincy at the previous month, asking her if Quincy was friends with Bieber, and if he’s a skilled photographer (all I knew about him professionally, until this point, was that he’s a musician from a talented music family that includes Diddy. Yes, Diddy, of  White party fame.) She responds with yes. So now that I’ve gotten access over the rope, I approach Quincy, give him a hug, remind him that I’m the reason he had such a delicious dessert at Deepa’s housewarming/holiday party, and that he owes me Bieber (okay I didn’t say it with that much sass at all, it just sounds better that way. Really. I was happy and friendly, excited to see Quincy, and asked if I could meet Biebs.)

So… Quincy introduces me to Bieber.  We shake hands with our right hand. He’s as adorable in person as he is on tv/tshirts/internet/magazines/everything-else-with-his-face-on-it. He asks how I know Quincy. We explain the connection. As Bieber is signing a photo for me,  I observe that he’s left-handed. Of course, I’m left handed, so I tell him this. I then tell him something to the effect of “You’re left handed, it means you’re a creative genius.” Which I then follow up with “wait… you probably already knew that.” He laughs. His publicist laughs. He then asks me, “Wait, are you saying you’re a creative genius?” Of course, I say yes (I mean really, have you seen my blog/twitter/hung out with me? Brilliance.) He laughs. I respond by telling him you have to have confidence. Publicist gives me props for it, saying she likes it. I nod, start talking about how we’re in the exclusive 11% of the world and something else that leads me to use the word “swag”… and then…I leave.

So yeah. The lesson of the story is…whatever your goals in life are, whether it be to take over the world, be incredibly successful, meet your life partner, or um, meet a 17-year-old popstar who you are pretend obsessed with, as long as you know what you want, you can make it happen. As Bieber’s 3D docu-movie’s title suggests, Never Say Never.

At first, I wanted to write you to say thank you (it’s later, right? I’m guessing you expected gratitude once you released the followup to your debut album, Thank Me Later.)

You see, your music has been heavily featured in the soundtrack to my recent life. Whether it was 2009′s “Best I Ever Had” (which, by the way, turns out is only temporary and should be renamed “Best I Ever Had…Until I Change My Mind”) or tracks like “Make Me Proud” feat. Nicki Minaj and “Take Care” feat. Rihanna off your latest album, I’ve always felt like you were telling me exactly what I needed to hear… especially with the song “Take Care.”

Let’s look at a few of the lyrics:

I know you’ve been hurt
By someone else
I can tell by the way
You carry yourself
But if you’ll let me
Here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you

Wow. OK it’s not the most lyrically complex or deep but still…Makes your heart skip a beat, right? At least, anyone who’s been broken because of someone else’s actions can relate. 

Of course the song is enhanced with the Drake-esque lines & rhymes that paint the picture of the story of the girl and the pain and… your role of patient superhero. Creates a fairytale romance that could liken it to hip-hop’s equivalent of a Taylor Swift song (which by default, becomes a song I’m obsessed with.)

However. This picture-perfect fairytale perception of Drake, the “knight in shining armor,” came crashing down yesterday, when my dear friend Carmen told me that “Take Care” was NOT your original.

Yep. “Take Care” is indeed…sampled (which of course you know because, well, it’s “your” song.)

Look, I understand that the hip-hop industry samples all the time. But there was something about this song, the weight I put on it, the value it held, the way I truly believed in all things you said and the way you just understood pain and emotion and yeah… to discover that a guy named Mark Lanegan is the one I should be swooning over is just disheartening (especially since that can’t happen. I google image searched him… he’s not my type.)

So, I’ve sadly discovered you’re kind of a fraud. You cheated me. I don’t even know what’s real and what’s fake anymore. Heck, I may as well call you Aubrey (your REAL name) at this point….it might be all the truth I have left to hold on to.

-Samia

PS for readers who are interested, the Mark Lanegan version is below, followed with Drake’s version below that.

Justin Timberlake does a lot of things.  He sings. He dances. He acts. He hosts. He jokes. He runs a record label. A clothing line. A tequila line. Probably has done other lines (yes that’s a reference to cocaine.)

Anyway…. for the most part, I’ve supported all these endeavors since I decided in 1998 that he would become the crush of my lifetime (or well, half lifetime, since there was a time before JT.) I’m a very loyal girl. Don’t screw me over and I’ll be by your side for better and for worse.

And well, since the word “worse” has been brought up, I must address something that has bothered me over the last few weeks, in regard to the usually amazing and talented Timberlake.

Let’s just say that JT is trying to be JZ (Jay-Z actually, it just visually looked better written like that when trying to make the comparison.) What I mean by that?

He’s…. rapping.

Yes, rapping. As in, speaking words at really a rapid rate while rhyming, most commonly done successfully by black people, Eminem aside.

Now before I show you the video, where JT joins his Tennman Records artist FreeSol in the song “Role Model” – I’d like to break down some of the lyrics.

First off, he claims to “ball like a Laker.”

Yo Justin, this may have been a great reference in 2010, but this song came out in 2011. I don’t know if you know this but… the Lakers sorta dropped the ball this year. And got swept. So, in your defense, I hope you meant “bawl like a Laker”… as in shed tears over the fact that rapping isn’t your greatest talent.

He also tells us “I’m going hard like the opposite of soft” – I see no brilliance in this. Honestly, I just feel like if you’re gonna rap, it’s gotta be clever genius like Drake, Eminem, Jay-Z, Kanye, even Weezy…  but, this is straight Diddy (which means Justin will be more successful in rap if he just manages other rappers careers.)

I will say the one time I smirked is when Justin says “Oops did I take it too far? Superbowl!” and then pulls his shirt to the side. That was a reference to the CBS drama when he took the Superbowl stage with Janet Jackson and well, had the “wardrobe malfunction.” Way to call yourself out and admit to the crime, JT. #7yearslate

Anyway, I’m not gonna analyze every line because….well, then I’d have to think of clever things to say about everything, and writer’s block is setting in. So please, just watch this video for yourself, and make your own judgment on JT’s rapping skills.

PS. Viewer Discretion advised… (Side Effects include: shock, horror, a decrease in attraction, a mild case of amusement,  and an occasional laugh.)

PPS When it comes to rapping, clearly… THIS Justin does it better:

“Hi…um, I follow you on Twitter, so it’s totally acceptable that I followed you into the bathroom, right?”

The aforementioned quote? ALMOST actually stated, as a “pickup” line (on a girl, mind you)…

So here’s the deal. I’m at the Hollywood Improv to check out a few friends (Jonny Loquasto and Grant Cotter) who are doing a show with the (former) cast of NBC’s Free Agents (If you didn’t understand the previous parenthetical clause, it’s because the show has since been canceled) – and as I stand on the wall, I just so happen to spot John Legend.

Now, most normal girls would “eeek” over such a sighting. However, I’m not most normal girls. Instead, I immediately look around him to see if his girlfriend is there.

Yes, his girlfriend. Now you may automatically assume that I was looking to see whether his GF would be there to find out whether or not I’d be in the clear to approach him and hit on him….

But no, that is NOT the case. In reality, I actually care more about his girlfriend being there, than the Legend himself.

His girlfriend, you could say, is a Twitter legend (yes, I’m trying to be punny.)

If you don’t know her, her name is Chrissy Teigen. Supermodel. Super blogger. And super awesome and sarcastic and hilarious on Twitter (yes, I’ve publicly stated that I digitally aspire to be her.)

Anyway. She was there. I immediately start tweeting incessantly about my spotting, and my friend Josh Sandoval encourages me to go say hi.

However, I refuse, mostly because it’d be a little awkward to walk through a comedy club and approach a table in the middle room as stand-up comedy is being performed on stage, especially since I wasn’t a server checking to see if they were meeting the 2-drink minimum.

So I just watched the show…. UNTIL… I see her get up. Which can only mean one thing – she’s going to the bathroom.

Once again, my friend Josh encourages me to go strike up convo. He actually is the one that came up with the line I started the blog post with (yes, the “Hey I follow you on Twitter so it’s not awkward that I followed you into the bathroom in real life, right?” line.)

Anyway. I decide I have to go to the bathroom. Mostly because I never want to let moments pass. This one time I was at the Cheesecake Factory, the day the Michael Jackson death/Conrad Murray trial started, and Jermaine Jackson was there. I stood there, contemplated for minutes as to whether I would say something, and by the time I wanted to, it was too late – he left (clearly, making decisions is not as easy as 1,2, 3.)

So I go into the bathroom and attempt to do my hair (yes, I randomly had a bottle of Alterna hair spray) so as to not look threatening. Chrissy comes out of the stall. She washes her hands. I glance over, and instead of using the cheesy canned line, I just say something to the effect of “Hi. Um, I follow you on Twitter, and I just think you’re awesome.”

She smiles, laughs, says she’s not mean in real life. I told her that I support her style, and that I prefer her meanness and sarcasm to her serious tweets that she randomly throws out (we then talk about a recent death penalty rant she went on.)

Get it? We all cringe at the thought of the WNBA.

Sometimes you have to be smart to catch onto her humor

Real Talk

Since we’re at a comedy show, and since she’s funny, I ask her if she’d ever do standup. She says that she wouldn’t, that it takes balls to do standup (explains why most female comics are lesbians), and then next thing you know I’m confiding all my life’s relationship problems to her in the bathroom (something to the effect of the emotional destruction that unexpectedly running into your ex has on your day.)

I also mention that a dear friendager (yes, that’s friend and manager combined), Ray Hughes, also told me to say hi to her and tell her that I enjoy their Twitter exchanges. She knows him, and recalls the moment they were stuck on a plane together.

Anyway. We talk about Twitter a little more, she tells me she’s afraid to take her phone out (yeah, the Hollywood Improv gets mad about phones being out. Something to do with respecting comedians or something) and then we part ways. I continue to do my hair so it looked like I had a purpose in the bathroom, and she leaves.

Now many of you may be asking, “Why didn’t you take a picture?” Well um, I thought bathroom stalking was bad enough, I didn’t want to come off as a total creeper. And hey, if a picture is worth a thousand words… will writing 1001 make up for not having a photo? (Too cheesy? Sorry. I needed to think of a way to wrap up this post. The end.)

Zani is a 24-year-old beatboxing champ from the UK, who I just so happened to meet because he’s on tour with Jay Sean (see previous vlog.) And as someone who is always impressed with those who are musically-inclined, I had to get some advice while hanging out on the tourbus….

Specifically, tips on how to beatbox. So for anyone who has ever wanted to learn the basics, this next video should pique your interests. And even if you have no interest in beatboxing, you should watch anyway (who doesn’t love listening to a British accent?)

PS shoutout to DJ Biks and Jay Sean for their brief appearance.

I also have a secret addiction to movitational hip-hop, and have been listening to an excessive amount of Lil Wayne, Drake, and Kanye West this past summer.

Ultimate guilty pleasure? Lil Wayne’s “How to Love”  (yes, I even squealed when he came onstage at the MTV Video Music Awards to perform it. I never thought I’d squeal over a Lil Wayne sighting.)

Needless to say…waking up this morning and discovering that the Biebs did a remix of the song kinda made my day.

And for all of you “Justin Bieber sucks, he’s just a tween phase” types – check this…he played all the instruments, produced the track, and performed in this remix. So even if you hate Bieber, I hope listening to this next song will teach you…How to Love him.

“DJ Reflex is one of the most influential players in the LA music scene as a tastemaker DJ, producer and entertainment entrepreneur. Credited for breaking acts from Kanye West, Lady Gaga to John Legend, he has made a name for himself not only as an accomplished celebrity DJ, but as a businessman with an undeniable ear for talent.”

So uhh…what happens when you approach a celebrity DJ with a video camera? A 3-minute video filled with discussions on tanning, Twitter, and a lesson on how to spin…(If only TMZ were this noble)…WATCH BELOW:

Check out that chemistry! (I always knew I had the potential to be a hip-hop DJ’s on-air sidekick/sidechick…)

Anyway, if you couldn’t follow along as to how this conversation started…

Justin Gordon, myself, DJ Reflex, and Sahil Chaudry at the Sony event

I was basically doing a behind-the-scenes video at the Sony store in Century City, got distracted by the music, and thus had to compliment the guy responsible…DJ Reflex (known to his mother as “Anthony.”) While in conversation (no, not all our conversation was documented by my little camera), I learned the following:

• He’s rocked Sony headphones since he was 14. He even gets them sort of custom-made (he has a guy that stitches them to his specific liking)
• He enjoys cupcakes. No I don’t normally have conversations about cupcakes (with men, at least) however, the Sony party we were at had cupcakes, and he chose to tell me that he had eaten many (I personally ate half of one. I’m NOT a cupcake girl.)
• We talk about Fresno. Specifically, he has DJ friends up there playing his remix of Foster the People’s “Pumped Up Kicks” (LISTEN at end of blog post)

After the interaction, I decided to Google Mr. Reflex, landed on his Power 106 bio (in case you DIDNT watch the video like I asked you to earlier, DJ Reflex is most known for his gig on LA’s favorite hip-hop station), and discovered we have a lot in common…facts I could have totally used had I known we were going to converse.

Seriously?! Guilty pleasure is The View (only my dream job.) Celebrity crush on Taylor Swift (mine too. Non-sexually, of course.) Enjoys the pancake puppies at Denny’s (I’ve had them, they’re amazing.) We were meant to be BFFs. Or at least co-DJs… Or maybe just DJ and interviewer. Still, we were meant to meet.

Like I said earlier…I’d make a great hip-hop DJ sidekick/sidechick…so um, Reflex…Anthony…call me when you want to talk cupcakes and Fresno on the radio.

FIRST LISTEN HERE: Diamond Artest – “Fighter” [KHANversations.com Exclusive]

I’d never been inspired by an eight-year-old until I got an email from Metta World Peace (yes, the basketball player formerly known as Ron Artest.)

Sure, I had been inspired by the tweenage Justin Bieber when watching “Never Say Never” - but never someone under the age of 10 (at least, at any point while being older than the age of 10.)

So what was so inspiring? His daughter Diamond Artest’s first single, “Fighter” feat. Sade.

I listened to it, not really knowing what to expect (because well, when I was eight, I had a squeaky high-pitched voice… I may still have same voice actually) and actually discovered that it lyrically is quite relatable.

Here’s the backstory. At age four, Diamond had cancer. She overcame it. Now she’s a “Fighter” (yes, an inspiring fighter who battles life-threatening issues… not the literal kind that jumps into the stands after a Pistons fan throws a beer at her and causes a massive NBA suspension. Confused? It’s a reference to a time when Metta was still Ron. Thankfully, everything is better now that we have World Peace.)

So yeah, back to the lyrics. From struggles to wanting to give up to surviving… even if you’re not dealing with something as life-altering as cancer, I’m sure you can relate to some part of the song. Plus it’s quite catchy. I actually woke up singing the tune “I’m a fighter (yeaaahh)” this morning.

So listen to the clip above. Read the lyrics below. And um. Buy Diamond’s single on Sept 27th on iTunes. Even if you’re not a fan of the song, the proceeds go to cancer research, and if you say no to cancer research, you’re a bad person. And not a fighter.

LYRICS: “Fighter” feat. Sade

I need to get some things off my chest

I may be young but I still go through things

If you could see through my eyes, you would probably be surprised

I know that Im just a young girl, but I still have problems in this world

I wake up just like you

I walk miles in my shoes

And I wanna give up too, but I learned

What doesn’t kill me, it makes me stronger

And I wont give up until its over

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

Nobody knows my struggles

And how it would be much easier to just let go

‘Cause I could see the pain and hurt in their eyes

It’s the same pain and hurt that helps me to survive

I wake up just like you

I walk miles in my shoes

And I wanna give up too, but I learned

What doesn’t kill me, it makes me stronger

And I wont give up until its over

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

I know, sometimes, there seems that there’s no light

But if you keep on believing

Hold on, be strong, believe in you

We’ll see that you will be free, ’cause…

What doesn’t kill me, it makes me stronger

And I wont give up until its over

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m ready for a fight (1, 2 – 1, 2 knock out – punch)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (yeah)

I’m a fighter (I’ma keep fighting)

Red Bull gives you…a new friendship (and wings)

What happens when you take a Grey-Goosed-out comedian friend (let’s call him FI, short for Funny Indian) to one of the hottest spots in Hollywood?

Um. You befriend a Disney star whose song you secretly love (and not-so-secretly blast everytime it plays on Satellite Radio.)

The Grey-Goosed-out friend? Rajiv Satyal (or as I call him, FI.)

The Disney star? Demi Lovato (her nickname is DL. No, not on the “down low” – her initials are actually DL. Though if you think about it, it’s kinda ironic that she’s DL…given that she has over 4million Twitter followers. Nothing DL about that.)

The location? Lexington Social House (or Lexington for short. Maybe I’ll get lazy and just refer to it from here on out as “Lex”… however that conjures up images of Superman’s arch-nemesis Lex Luther, and well, he was just evil.)

So here’s the deal. FI and I had a plan to hang out on Saturday night. We end up going to Lex to see some dear friends (Fahad, Tova, Christine, congrats on your KHANversations shout-out). We have a table. Having a table with bottle service can only lead to one thing – nonsense. And by nonsense I mean, a once sober Funny Indian eventually becomes a crazy, wild, super dancer Funny Indian.

Now, if you’re anywhere near viewing distance of this character known as the “Funny Indian”, you’re getting a firsthand account as to why he lives up to the “funny” in his moniker. He’s wilin’ out. Needless to say, the girls on the table next to us take notice. I begin talking to them across tables, as I notice that they are amused by my friend. I tell them I’ll send him over (at this point, Tova had pointed out that this nearby table was also home to Demi Lovato.) Anyway, I motion FI to go to that table, and he straight DISSES them – saying something to the effect of “No, they can come here.” So I tell the girls that he doesn’t want to come over… and what happens next? They egg the girl-whose-supposedly-DL on, and next thing you know, she’s gotten up from her table, walked over to ours, and started dancing behind FI! It’s a spectacle. I join in (mostly for blog post purposes.) My friend Tova attempts to take a picture, but Demi’s got a good  iPhone/fear-of-Twitpic radar, and immediately jolts back to her table before Tova can snap away.

Alas. I thought the blog post had ended there… an exciting dance sesh with Demi Lovato, one that involved FI dissing her, and she throwing herself at him (in the platonic, I just want to do something funny sort of way. Not sexual.)

But wait – there’s more…

Minutes later, FI goes to DL’s table. He offers them our table and the large bottle of Grey Goose that our friends had left there, convincing them to go drink it. DL’s response? “I don’t drink!”

And… this is my cue to bond with her. Because as any friend of SK who has hit the LA nightlife with her knows, I don’t drink, but I can seriously down a can of sugarfree Red Bull or two. DL’s drink choice? SugarFree Red Bull. So I discuss the benefits of not drinking with her, why having multiple cans of SFRB is better (basically you can have fun and still drive), how SugarFree is far superior to regular (who wants to drink 110 calories when you can just drink 10?), and how I support her cause (I make no mention of recent tabloid headlines involving her.)

FI continues to suggest she drink (unbeknownst to him, she’s 19…) but he does not succeed. Before convo wraps, he tells her “You are SO nice! I just want to tell you that. It’s so rare to meet someone in Hollywood that’s just…nice.” (DL has been smiling the whole night.)

DL’s response? “Well, you are so fun. It’s so rare to meet someone who likes to just have fun.”

So DL is nice, FI is fun, and SK is just amused by this whole scenario that she knows is unfolding into a future blog post (yes, the one you’re reading right now.)

And well…let’s be real. Normally, I write blog posts for friends and followers. Today? I write the blog post as a reminder for FI as to what happened that night… because well, he can’t remember.

PS This isn’t the first time FI had a fab A-list encounter when he and I hung out – read about our run-in with Eva Longoria and Tony Parker, and how we all became BFFs here.

PPS Even though we didn’t get a photo with Demi, I did catch her song playing on SiriusXM the very next day. Naturally, I got excited and took a photo and sent to FI. In case you care what that photo looks like…