Paris Hilton was sighted today at the 8th Ave. Burger King, eating a Whopper while wearing a designer dress and strappy high heels. Her skin had a lovely orange hue and her hair, a crisp white blonde, gave hints of greasy darkness near her scalp. Oh yeah, and Nicole Richie was there too.
Some Scene staffers and I were in the car, on our way to lunch when we saw the two beauties go into the Burger King. Their Greyhound (yes, Greyhound) bus maneuvered awkwardly in the parking lot while they ordered and ate their meal. In the name of journalistic integrity, the Scene staffers and I turned our car around and went to investigate. We spent all of 30 seconds inside because that's all the time it took for us to say, "Hey, it's Paris. And that other girl. And they're eating Burger King. Whad'ya know." A cell phone camera attempted to capture the moment on film, but it didn’t turn out well. Tragic, I know.
Never before have I been in the presence of such absolute brilliance. I have met Kurt Vonnegut (book signing) and Robert Mitchum (I was 7, he sat at a table next to me at a restaurant), but they pale in comparison to Paris. Never before have I met anyone who has managed to become famous by doing absolutely nothing. That takes talent. Or at least a good agent. And for that, I applaud them.
And by “applaud” I mean “stare openly and then call my friends to gossip.”
