Lindsay & Sam’s V-Day Fight

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If you believe reports, Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson have been on-and-off more times than Madonna and Guy, Liza and David, and Britney and Adnan combined. Lohan’s publicist would always blame the scurrilous tabloid press who would make up break up stories to generate tabloid magazine sales (and pageviews!). But then Lohan and Ronson performed their latest very public fight in front of a reporter outside the Fashion Week afterparty of Sam’s sister Charlotte.

God bless the New York Post, whose reporter Justin Rocket Silverman just happened to the catch pair mid-row.

I had arrived towards the end of Charlotte Ronson’s after party Friday night at the Eldridge, where the signature cocktail is made with real gold leaf and goes for $32 a glass. As I approached the velvet rope, a side door swung open and Samantha came rushing out, eyes cast downward, a scowl on her face. A moment later Lindsay emerged, clutching a pink purse. She took off after her DJ girlfriend, who at 31 is almost a decade older.

Jogging along as fast as her high heels would allow, Lindsay kept up a steady stream of pleas and wails. I followed just a few steps behind, recording in my reporter’s notebook the dialogue of this scorned lover.

At one point Samantha stopped in the middle of Houston Street and said something in a whisper.

“What are you talking about?” shrieked Lindsay in response, “I’ve been with you all night!”

lohan_silverman.jpgSamantha seemed to notice me standing there and took off once again, Lindsay following and only stopping to light a cigarette, which she puffed on furiously as she yelled.

I continued following behind, matching Lindsay’s stride, and watching as two paparazzi darted in and out of traffic to get their shots. Other than the photogs and myself, no one out on the 1 a.m. street seemed to notice a starlet in their midst.

Lindsay stomped out her cigarette just before following her girlfriend into the Bowery Hotel, where they either made up or else continued the emotional meltdown in more private quarters.