Here’s the picture to prove it. You might have seen photos of a glittery and amorous Paris at Aura on the Frontburner blog, but it seems a denim-clad Hilton stopped to smell the cherry blossoms before hitting the nightclub. This photo was forwarded to me just before I left the office today with no real explanation other than, "look who was at the Arboretum last night". When and if I learn what she was doing there, I’ll fill you in. Maybe she was just lost.
