Pah-pah, pah-pah, pah-pah-razzi

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Remember Linds’ birthday lunch? Apparently the paparazzi were following us (again, ugh) and snapped a quick shot.

Or maybe I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and we were drinking cool electric green martinis that the photog thought were cool. Whatever, same thing.