Seeing Tara Reidin a bikini in St. Tropez looking rather presentable just reminds me mostly about how I have a hard time letting go of original lust. Ever since falling for Tara in the original American Pie, it's the kind of thing that sticks with you, and even causes you to overlook a decade of drunken debauchery, stumbles, falls, spills, boob-fallouts, mascara runs, puking, and backdoor club exits with strange dudes named Flavian and Salamander. Yes, Tara, I've never stopped seeing you as Vicky. This is my problem, not yours.
Tara seems to have pulled herself together for the American Reunion hullabaloo, the film promotions that is, not necessarily her nails-on-chalkboard acting in the film and looking particularly mature-fine of late. Of course, the inevitable gutter-splash in a foreign land outside a disco is likely coming, but, until that time, Vicky, err, Tara, we still got a thing going on. Enjoy.