we sight celebrities so you don't have to, volume ??

first, let me make something abundantly clear: we don't go to beverly hills. actually, we do, but hardly ever. in fact, the last time i went, it was on the gray line tour of stars' homes with my mom last summer.

so it was a rare treat when we ventured into the hills of beverly (actually, the flats of beverly) to have dinner at mr. chow, the beverly hills culinary institution. the food was flawless, which i didn't expect. but the scene? lordy! we saw wyclef jean, another rapper we recognized but can't remember the name of, and quentin tarantino and nearly the entire cast of 'grindhouse' celebrating marley shelton's (pictured) birthday. then came an a-list lesbian cabal, including leisha hailey, linda perry and assorted other sapphic lovelies. oh, what a night!

our normal format here at ye olde lyrical robot is to post photos of every celebrity we see, but it's just too much for me right now after partying with a client from 5:30 until 2:30 last night in scottsdale, from where today's dispatch is emanating. the upside of this hangover -- i got it while spending a private evening at taliesin west, frank lloyd wright's desert masterpiece/estate. that place blew me away, and i can't wait to come back and explore it again with the mister and anyone else who would like to sign on to a phoenix roadtrip.

now my hangover and i must return our pt cruiser (with great sadness) and fly back to beautiful downtown burbank. adieu!