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Went for a hike with the fabulous Fabs on saturday. I think we started off in Coldwater Canyon Park, and ended up in Fryman Canyon Park.
The trail was sparsely populated. We would occasionally run into people walking the opposite direction.
At one point, a woman and a man were coming up the trail, heading in the opposite direction. The woman is leading, the man walking behind. Fab's walking ahead of me.
Now, this trail is pretty narrow, so you have to look at the people approaching, to determine when to move off the trail to let them pass, or to see if they do the same.
The woman passes by me, and passes through my mind without leaving a trace.
I glance at the man's face as he walks by me. A little overweight, kinda sweaty, wearing sunglasses. His features immediately jump out at me... prominent chin, slightly hooked nose...
He has passed me by, and my brain is saying, "That was... that's..." Fabiola turns around and looks at me, her eyes wide, and his name clicks into place in my brain.
Quentin muthafuckin Tarantino!
He's probably about 50 feet up the trail by the time we confirm his identity with each-other. A bunch of options flash through my mind- abandon dignity and respect and run up the trail screaming his name, blathering praise and begging for handshakes and photographs? No, these options are quickly discarded. Who wants to be that lame-ass fan encounter, while out hiking of all places? Fab and I continued down the trail.
The trail was sparsely populated. We would occasionally run into people walking the opposite direction.
At one point, a woman and a man were coming up the trail, heading in the opposite direction. The woman is leading, the man walking behind. Fab's walking ahead of me.
Now, this trail is pretty narrow, so you have to look at the people approaching, to determine when to move off the trail to let them pass, or to see if they do the same.
The woman passes by me, and passes through my mind without leaving a trace.
I glance at the man's face as he walks by me. A little overweight, kinda sweaty, wearing sunglasses. His features immediately jump out at me... prominent chin, slightly hooked nose...
He has passed me by, and my brain is saying, "That was... that's..." Fabiola turns around and looks at me, her eyes wide, and his name clicks into place in my brain.
Quentin muthafuckin Tarantino!
He's probably about 50 feet up the trail by the time we confirm his identity with each-other. A bunch of options flash through my mind- abandon dignity and respect and run up the trail screaming his name, blathering praise and begging for handshakes and photographs? No, these options are quickly discarded. Who wants to be that lame-ass fan encounter, while out hiking of all places? Fab and I continued down the trail.