I don't know about you, but when I get dumped in front of the celebrity press corps and then see my plans to use my arch-nemesis' ex-squeeze for vengeful purposes blow up in my face in spectacular fashion, I tend to cool things down for a little while - you know, stay in for the night, sip on a cup of weak tea, consider the merits of suicide by cat-scratch, that kind of thing.
Lindsay Lohan, on the other hand, doesn't have that kind of time to waste - despite the lingering effects of Harrygate and Stavrosgate, she's still out partying all night at both the Roosevelt Hotel and Club Hyde!