greetings from planet xenu

...or, 'we sight celebrities so you don't have to vol. 10.'

via a strange twist of fate, we found ourselves at the beverly hills hotel last night. i get increasingly nervous outside of our comfortable eastside environs and going to beverly hills literally feels like visiting a different country. the people look different, the architecture is different, the streets are different -- i may as well be in croatia.

so, imagine how disorienting it was to a) walk into the beverly hills hotel, period and b) to run smack dab into:



...well, minus the freakishly short husband with the massive chompers. yes, katie holmes, looking quite beautiful, normal-sized and happy, with her ohioan parents and the little one. i could have sworn i heard little suri cry out "let me go with the nice christian gays!" as we walked by, but i'm not sure.