When Paris Hilton left Mr. Chow yesterday evening, she escorted Brandon Davis, the birthday boy of the night, out the door only to lose him immediately after the paparazzi found her. Seeming more interested in finding out where her car was located than finding her friend, Paris wandered through the flashing lightbulbs, asking, "Where's my car? Where's my Bentley?" Completely oblivious to everything else around her, by the time Brandon (whom I love referring to as "Greasy Bear") had found Paris' car, she tore off and I'm guessing one of the paps had to give the poor guy a ride home. Happy Birthday, Brandon. Sorry nobody seems to give a crap, except that I'm not sorry, cause you generally seem like a douche.
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More photos of Paris Hilton leaving Brandon Davis' birthday party at Koi are after the jump.
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green cardigan says:
Nobody cares about Sweaty's birthday because old Man Davis cut him out of the will right?
Give me his address and I'll send him a card and some hankies to mop his face. That'll be my good deed for the day.
Cali says:
.....nobody cares about Paris either - they make a good pair
Darth Paul says:
To Paris' dubious credit, this must've been one of her "humanitarian" efforts.
ZeldaF
Paris Hilton has the attention span of a gnat. What a pal. Drives off & leaves him standing in his own pool of goo.