The January Jones car crash story seemed plausible enough (she was distracted by the paparazzi and scraped a few parked cars on the already dicey side streets of West Hollywood) but now witnesses who aren’t Jones tell a more detailed account, involving deception, alcohol and celebrity chef Bobby Flay instead of the paparazzi.
A woman who owns one of the cars that was hit tells TMZ she heard the crash, looked over her balcony and saw Jones. She says around 10 minutes after the crash, Food Network star Bobby Flay showed up in a separate car, began talking with her and telling her to leave the scene, which she did.
We spoke with Flay, who tells us he was watching the basketball game last night at The London West Hollywood Hotel with a group of people that included Jones. Flay says he saw her drink a beer but wasn’t really watching her alcohol intake. Flay says he had only met Jones once before, and last night she asked for his number because she wanted to redo her kitchen and give his number to her designer. Flay obliged, and says he doesn’t know why Jones chose to call him after the crash, but nonetheless he drove over to help her. He says he did not argue but just wanted to make sure she was ok.
The witness says she was face-to-face with Jones and smelled alcohol on her breath. The witness says Jones left her driver’s license with another resident and left. She returned 45 minutes later in a different set of clothes, chewing gum.
The witness says she asked cops if they were going to administer a field sobriety test, but a cop told her there was no point since she could have had a drink at home and there was no way of proving she was under the influence when she was behind the wheel. Cops confirm there is no way to pin drinking and driving on someone who leaves the scene and comes back.
If this were Lindsay I’d say tie her up and burn her but January doesn’t really have any kind of rep in Hollywood, so she should get the benefit of the doubt for now. Maybe we’re witnessing the birth of a new tabloid party girl right in front of our eyes. I hope so. The old ones are getting boring, and this one has big tits. She’s like an angel sent from South Dakota.