OMG, it's Kim what's-her-name!
"Omigod! Omigod!" a blond woman screamed as she ran toward the stretch limo that had just pulled up to Aqua.
It was 11:30 last Saturday night and a long line had formed outside the downtown Minneapolis nightclub. Shivering clubgoers were quick to whip out their cellphone cameras, ready to capture the cause of this excitement.
Kim Kardashian had arrived.
Who the hell is Kim Kardashian? She's a buxom noncelebrity who became a celebrity by way of 1) her Paris Hilton affiliation, 2) her own sex-tape scandal and 3) a starring role in a reality TV show, E!'s "Keeping Up With the Kardashians." In that order, too.
Saturday night, she was at Aqua for two hours, but not because Minnesota is any cooler than Beverly Hills. Nope, she was being paid to party. Why? Because it brings in clubgoers who get a rush out of saying they partied with a celebrity, even if "partied" means not getting within 20 feet of his/her roped-off VIP cocoon. This somewhat ridiculous but strangely exciting phenomenon has been popular for some time in Las Vegas and L.A. clubs.
"I had never heard of her before, but she's friends with Paris, right?" wide-eyed twentysomething Mike Schoder said. "It would be the first celebrity I've seen in my life."
The club's staff quickly ushered Kardashian inside. She was brought up to the second-level VIP balcony where she could preside over the packed dance floor. Her knee-length dress seemed modest, but couldn't hide her curves. Below her, clubgoers snapped photos as they jumped up and down, gesturing at her, hoping for a crumb of acknowledgement.
Up in VIP, a few dozen lucky clubbers got a closer look. But even they had to stand on the other side of a red velvet rope, which gave Kardashian some space to herself. Regardless, people pushed up against the barricade, gawking and flashing their cameras as if the starlet were a zoo attraction.