Lindsay Lohan finally gets a DUI & Coke posession charge

First, the facts, from Total DUI blog:

Actress Lindsay Lohan was arrested in Beverly Hills, CA and charged with DUI and possession of cocaine. After Lohan’s car struck a tree, she was taken in another car to a hospital for treatment of minor injuries. Police received a 911 call about the accident and arrested Lohan at the hospital. Officers said they found, in her car, a “usable amount” of a drug they’ve tentatively identified as cocaine.

This was the 20-year old girl’s third accident in about two years. Her publicist said, last December, that Lohan was attending AA meetings. She had checked herself into a rehab center for substance abuse in January.

As a former LA party-circuit fixture, and as someone who was actually hired by Jim Robinson (of Morgan Creek Productions, the guy who lambasted Lilo publicly for partying during Georgia Rule filming), I feel uniquely qualified to comment on this train wreck.

When I lived in LA LA land, I was struck by what a party-friendly town it was for me and my peeps (the 20ish, model-esque delinquent set.) LA was this mecca of swanky clubs where, unlike in San Diego, where I’d been living before, we didn’t have to wait to get in (or bother with IDs or cover charges); we just strutted our fine asses up to the velvet rope, past everyone else, and viola! We had slimy Producer-types offering us drinks and lines all night!

And then there were the house parties in the Hills. Parties you have to drive through the hills to get through. Since someone always had to drive, and more often than not, there was coke and/or alcohol in that person’s bloodstream, you’d think the cops would be patrolling the area, right? I mean, how many times can you speed through the hills in your Range Rover at 5Am before a cop takes notice?

Apparently, quite a few. This was the other thing I loved about LA. Everyone knew what went down, cops and all, and nobody did anything about it. It seemed like you’d have to actually, say, wrap your MBZ around a tree (like Lilo) in order to get popped. And, really, what are the odds of that? Truly, wouldn’t you think the average partygirl could get away with driving lit about 175 times prior to actually hitting a tree 5AM?

So there ya have it. Lilo was at time no. 176. Her number had to come up eventually.

The fallout from this could get messy. It’s a good thing her mom is the White Oprah. Paging Dr. Phil!