I imagine that coming across Tara Reid dining at the Ivy is always an unexpected treat for the paparazzi. Like finding two decoder rings in your cereal. Or searching for change between couch cushions and finding that set of keys you thought you lost four months ago but were too lazy to actually look for. Or waiting outside the Ivy for A-Listers and coming up with Tara Reid and her bazooms.
I kid, I kid Ms. Reid. She's maintaining this put-together self surprisingly well and the paparazzi are just dutifully reporting her progress. Golf claps. For more of Tara shopping post-feeding just