“Like, I’m with the deejay. I totally know the deejay.”

Yesterday we posted pics of Mischa Barton in her underdrawers. And she looked pretty good. Clean. Upright. Not drooling or vomiting on herself. All good things. But apparently she hasn’t carried these attributes over into her personal life just yet. Reports The New York Post:

Mischa Barton seemed to have trouble orienting herself at the G- star after-party at the Bowery Hotel. Barton — who recently attributed an involuntary hospitalization to wisdom-teeth complications — stumbled up to the check-in table with a posse of eight. “She kept saying, in a really spacey, weird British accent, ‘Like, I’m with the deejay. I totally know the deejay. I’m here for the deejay,’ ” laughs our spy. “She was slurring her words.” After being let in, we’re told that Barton “needed to be escorted to the deejay booth” where she proceeded to “stand for about an hour, dancing in her own world. I don’t think her eyes were open to full capacity — or even half capacity — the whole time she was there.”

See, this isn’t funny. It’s sad. In trying to find a picture for this post, we Googled “Mischa Barton drunk,” and some of the images that came up were just sad. This is not a lady who likes to engage in a tipple and then go about her day. This is a lady who needs some help. God, between this and Burt Reynolds going to rehab, we’re just totally bummed out. We don’t want to live a in post-Swayze world; it’s full of dark and depressing things.