I'm not exactly sure whether Tara Reid could finagle her way into any events at Cannes Film Festival, but she showed up anyway. That's the great thing about a girl like Tara. You don't have to invite her. When she turns on her vodka-dar she'll find the party no matter what. Sister is even looking a few sheets to the wind during this mid-day stroll; perhaps there was a champagne breakfast at which Rainbow Brite here could overstay her welcome.

Instead of deriding Ms. Reid, I aplaud her devotion to the open bar at home and abroad. It doesn't matter where the party may be, Tara will find a way. So, Bravo Sloppy McDrunk, god knows I'd do the same thing if I had the chance.