Our Democratic Convention Correspondent Neel Shah pokes his head up between Boston's finest bong hits and late-night hotel room make-out parties to file a report. Farnsworth Bentley! John Cusack! Benjamin McKenzie! So many people we don't care about at all!

When will this fucking convention end? It's sucking the life out of the gossip world!

I heard a crazy rumor that there are actually real live speakers discussing, like, politics and shit at this convention. Just the word on the street, so who knows. I ll have to do some serious investigative reporting and get back to you on that one. In the meantime, the good stuff:

Fashion Roundup from the Convention Center:

1) Hillary Clinton, part duex. Doing an impromptu question-and-answer session in the Fleet Center main concourse, the former First Lady rocked a teal-blue pant suit with gold buttons, a matching beaded necklace, and beige shoes with tiny bows on them. I wonder who made it? I should have just asked!
2) Blue eyed OC-er Benjamin McKenzie doing the investment banker thing in a white shirt, black slacks, and power tie. Much shorter and skinnier than you would expect. Wouldn t divulge any tidbits from the upcoming season, or explain why the previous season finale was so goddamn terrible.
3) America s favorite agitproper Michael Moore looking decidedly svelte in a fitted black Armani suit. Just kidding. Fat and frumpy as usual.
4) Wendie Malick (of Just Shoot Me semi-fame) in a Lorraine Parish number (boutique designer from Martha s Vineyard, she happily explained). Quite striking in the real life.
5) Jerry Stiller in a thrift store-esque beige suit and elevated black sneakers. They don t help — dude s still short as a motherfucker. Looked completely unenthused when asked by passer-bys for pictures.

Beantown Gossip Roundup:

In a brilliant attempt to capture the coveted 12-14 year old voter block, the hip folks at Rock the Vote and the Recording Industry Association of America threw an exclusive party at Avalon, headlined by the Black Eyed Peas. Emphasis on the quotation marks around exclusive." Just like a New York bash, minus the good looking people, conspicuous coke consumption, and vomiting in the bathroom. Save for choice lines like A Bush don t really belong in a House/A Bush don t even belong on a couch, the BEPs were surprisingly not terrible. Farnsworth Bentley must be the new black or something (literally), cause both he and his umbrella showed. Highlight of the night, though, was definitely DNC Chairman Terry McAuliffe s super awkward speech at the end, when he anointed the Black Eyed Peas the world s greatest band and told the confused crowd how his wife had discovered them six months ago. He also proclaimed his intention to kick George Bush s ass back to Texas, though he made the same promise 4 years ago, so take it for what it s worth.

GQ threw a party honoring San Fran mayor and gay wedder Gavin Newsom at The Federalist in the Beacon Hotel as well. Anderson Cooper (a Gawker insider says he looked totally awesome and hot in a grey suit ), John Cusack, Ben Affleck, and various offspring of Al Gore, John Edwards, and Nancy Pellosi were in attendance. Finally, the Boston Aquarium played host to Louisiana Senator John Breaux s reggae/Cajun soiree, featuring Ziggy Marley. Way too insider-y for me. Go ask Wonkette — or maybe she'll spill the dirt when she shows her face near Anderson Cooper's man-business on CNN tonight.