When Worlds Collide -- Jason Schwartzman and Josh Duhamel at Runyon
My leisurely days spent hiking Runyon Canyon with the likes of other funemployed fools and aspiring actors is slowing down. The sun has set itself about a hundred feet above the hiking trail, and pacing up and down its paths has become unbearable. Which means fewer Snacker sightings. Except for these two. Brace yourselves.
Last Thursday I met a friend for a little sunset hike at Runyon Cyn. Friend arrived looking flushed and smiley and was even panting a bit. I thought for a second she had already gone up the hill and come back down while waiting for me. No instead, she revealed two Snacker sightings, the latter of which literally left her breathless.
First up - on her walk from the car to the hill, my pal spotted Jason Schwartzman. Yes, I'm aware hipsters don't hike. He wasn't. Instead, Schwartzman was exactly where you think you'd spot him - sitting in an old 1970s style limo with a bunch of other ironicly facial haired men. The car drove by with Max Fischer sitting shotgun, looking cooly out the window.
And then within minutes Mr. Fergie, Josh Duhamel, came flying down the hill on a bicycle. Shirtless. This inspired a permagrin on my friend. (I think it's still there 5 days later). I appreciate Duhamel's chiseled good looks, but he suffers from a bit of doucheface -- meaning that when he was in high school he was probably a dick to girls and had to cheat off freshman in his remedial English class. Also a victim of doucheface -- this guy.
Last Thursday I met a friend for a little sunset hike at Runyon Cyn. Friend arrived looking flushed and smiley and was even panting a bit. I thought for a second she had already gone up the hill and come back down while waiting for me. No instead, she revealed two Snacker sightings, the latter of which literally left her breathless.
First up - on her walk from the car to the hill, my pal spotted Jason Schwartzman. Yes, I'm aware hipsters don't hike. He wasn't. Instead, Schwartzman was exactly where you think you'd spot him - sitting in an old 1970s style limo with a bunch of other ironicly facial haired men. The car drove by with Max Fischer sitting shotgun, looking cooly out the window.
And then within minutes Mr. Fergie, Josh Duhamel, came flying down the hill on a bicycle. Shirtless. This inspired a permagrin on my friend. (I think it's still there 5 days later). I appreciate Duhamel's chiseled good looks, but he suffers from a bit of doucheface -- meaning that when he was in high school he was probably a dick to girls and had to cheat off freshman in his remedial English class. Also a victim of doucheface -- this guy.
