neglect
I'm sorry blog for neglecting you for so long. It's not that there was nothing going on in my life. It's probably the opposite. Too much was going on. Change seems to be the only constant force and it's been taking all of my time and attention. I suppose I could bore you with all the details of what these changes have been, but instead I'll leave you with an LA story. This happened about 2 months ago:
I just finished a surf session with my friend Jon and we were hungry for some tacos. Jon recommended this place in Santa Monica called Tacos Por Favor. Sounds good. We walk into the restaurant and it's a very basic setup, large and spacious with tables for 4 everywhere. I get in line to order at the counter and standing in front of me is a guy in a blue sweater with a baseball cap covering a mop of stringy blond hair. His back is to Jon and I, yet somehow Jon has super powers to recognize celebs from behind. He whispers to me, "I think that's Owen Wilson." I look at the back of this guy's head and think, sure. Or it could be any other surfer dude we were just out at the beach with. I didn't think anything of it, as I was pretty sure Jon was wrong, and when it's my turn at the counter I order a breakfast burrito. I pay and I turn around to look for a table. In the middle of the restaurant sitting down was Owen Wilson. In a blue sweater and a baseball hat with stringy blond hair. Ok so Jon was right. I was thinking, hey this is kind of cool. It's basically my first close encounter with a celeb since I moved down to LA. Little did I know, it was about to get a bit more close.
I find a seat a couple tables away. Owen is sitting to my right two tables away and my buddy Jon plops down at my table to my left and now facing Owen's table. I look over at Owen and he's fixated on his phone, texting, emailing, or calling. Who knows. When Jon sits down he is texting someone as well. He's sitting with his elbows on the table, his phone right in front of his face. After about a minute of just sitting down, waiting for our number to be called, I notice Owen Wilson get up from his table and begin walking very briskly over towards our table. That's weird, I don't think I even heard a number being called. Our table, isn't really on the way to the counter to pick up your order either. Strange. Well, Owen then stops at our table, standing directly in front of me he looks down at Jon, who is still texting, but at this point senses someone standing above him looking down.
Jon leans away and looking up at Owen Wilson says, "Uhh, what?"
Owen doesn't say anything. Just stares.
Jon looking at Owen says again, "What?!"
At this point Jon and I begin to realize, maybe with the way Jon was positioned, Owen thought that Jon was trying to take a camera picture of Mr. Celeb Owen Wilson.
Jon asks, "Do you think I was trying to take a picture of you or something? Because I'm not, there's nothing going on here."
Owen responds, "Well, it looks like SOMETHING is going on here." In my head I think, well NOW there's something going on here!
Jon says to Owen, "Dude, I wasn't trying to take your picture or anything, here do you want to take a look at my phone?"
Jon holds his phone out towards Owen. Owen looks down at the phone, looks at me then looks at Jon and says, "You know, if you say you weren't taking a picture then I trust you. I don't need to see your phone."
Ok cool then. But instead of leaving, Owen still stands right at our table, looking at me to Jon, back to me, back to Jon. Awkward. He's just staring at us staring at him.
Jon finally says again half in exasperation half in annoyance, "What?!"
Owen doesn't say anything but continues to stand there looking at us. More awkward. It's been about a good 30 seconds of staring. Finally I try and break the tension and ask him, "So Owen, what did you order?"
Owen seems to snap out of it, thinks a bit, then looking at me responds, "Well, I ordered 2 asada tacos for my mom and I ordered 2 chicken tacos for me."
Nice, I tell him we ordered the breakfast burritos. Which sent him pondering about breakfast burritos. He hasn't ordered them here before. That's when his number was called and then he turned around to get his food. Afterwards, as he was walking out, he said good-bye and wished us a good day.
This is a weird story with no real point other than the interaction.
I just finished a surf session with my friend Jon and we were hungry for some tacos. Jon recommended this place in Santa Monica called Tacos Por Favor. Sounds good. We walk into the restaurant and it's a very basic setup, large and spacious with tables for 4 everywhere. I get in line to order at the counter and standing in front of me is a guy in a blue sweater with a baseball cap covering a mop of stringy blond hair. His back is to Jon and I, yet somehow Jon has super powers to recognize celebs from behind. He whispers to me, "I think that's Owen Wilson." I look at the back of this guy's head and think, sure. Or it could be any other surfer dude we were just out at the beach with. I didn't think anything of it, as I was pretty sure Jon was wrong, and when it's my turn at the counter I order a breakfast burrito. I pay and I turn around to look for a table. In the middle of the restaurant sitting down was Owen Wilson. In a blue sweater and a baseball hat with stringy blond hair. Ok so Jon was right. I was thinking, hey this is kind of cool. It's basically my first close encounter with a celeb since I moved down to LA. Little did I know, it was about to get a bit more close. I find a seat a couple tables away. Owen is sitting to my right two tables away and my buddy Jon plops down at my table to my left and now facing Owen's table. I look over at Owen and he's fixated on his phone, texting, emailing, or calling. Who knows. When Jon sits down he is texting someone as well. He's sitting with his elbows on the table, his phone right in front of his face. After about a minute of just sitting down, waiting for our number to be called, I notice Owen Wilson get up from his table and begin walking very briskly over towards our table. That's weird, I don't think I even heard a number being called. Our table, isn't really on the way to the counter to pick up your order either. Strange. Well, Owen then stops at our table, standing directly in front of me he looks down at Jon, who is still texting, but at this point senses someone standing above him looking down. Jon leans away and looking up at Owen Wilson says, "Uhh, what?"
Owen doesn't say anything. Just stares.
Jon looking at Owen says again, "What?!"
At this point Jon and I begin to realize, maybe with the way Jon was positioned, Owen thought that Jon was trying to take a camera picture of Mr. Celeb Owen Wilson.
Jon asks, "Do you think I was trying to take a picture of you or something? Because I'm not, there's nothing going on here."
Owen responds, "Well, it looks like SOMETHING is going on here." In my head I think, well NOW there's something going on here!
Jon says to Owen, "Dude, I wasn't trying to take your picture or anything, here do you want to take a look at my phone?"
Jon holds his phone out towards Owen. Owen looks down at the phone, looks at me then looks at Jon and says, "You know, if you say you weren't taking a picture then I trust you. I don't need to see your phone."Ok cool then. But instead of leaving, Owen still stands right at our table, looking at me to Jon, back to me, back to Jon. Awkward. He's just staring at us staring at him.
Jon finally says again half in exasperation half in annoyance, "What?!"
Owen doesn't say anything but continues to stand there looking at us. More awkward. It's been about a good 30 seconds of staring. Finally I try and break the tension and ask him, "So Owen, what did you order?"
Owen seems to snap out of it, thinks a bit, then looking at me responds, "Well, I ordered 2 asada tacos for my mom and I ordered 2 chicken tacos for me."
Nice, I tell him we ordered the breakfast burritos. Which sent him pondering about breakfast burritos. He hasn't ordered them here before. That's when his number was called and then he turned around to get his food. Afterwards, as he was walking out, he said good-bye and wished us a good day.
This is a weird story with no real point other than the interaction.
You should have said, "Who you tryin' to get crazy with 'ese? Don't you know I'm loco?"
Posted by
Asia's Cousin |
11:48 AM
I would have said, "so... you tried to commit suicide, eh?"
Posted by
Doug |
1:15 PM
Paranoid mof. I'd be like GTFO especially since he was bein' an ass.
Posted by
James |
9:08 PM
dude, i missed this entry until now. your near-altercation with owen slightly beats when we saw angie everhart, black dude from all-state commercials, and kevin from the office all in the same night.
Posted by
jason |
2:10 AM