Just got back from watching Pirates 3 again, this time at El Capitan. On our way back to the car, there was a guy on the street dressed as Jack Sparrow. Dead ringer, seriously. I did a double take. He saw my double take, and my ear-to-ear grin, and gave a very Sparrowlike shrug, looking me right in the eyes and spreading his hands as if to say, "Here it is, luv... what are you going to do?" I actually flushed a little and couldn't stop giggling all the way to the parking garage.
Keep in mind that the actual Johnny Depp was at Disneyland and didn't do a thing for me. There's something very, very wrong with my brain.
News from the life of yet another struggling L.A. writer.
3 comments:
Ha! Very entertaining this thing called life!
Thank the Lord we're attracted to different kinds of men. For reals.
Hey 'bek,
Glad to read that you're doing well and that you're still working at the writing thing. You're as determined as ever and I greatly admire that. Good luck with Nicholls.
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