My girlfriend and I had dinner at Mr. Chow last night to celebrate her dad‘s 60th. Paris was there with — apparently — her entire family. Bummer for them: They were seated on the much-less-prestigious right-hand side of the dining room. (We, of course, were on the left.) The paparazzi was in full force out on the sidewalk because Jessica and her mondo entourage were sitting at the table next to us. I could have sworn her little sister was there with her, but my girlfriend’s little sister told me it wasn’t her, and it’s a wise man that defers to someone less than half his age when it comes to matters of pop culture.