Only In My L.A.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. I pulled in a big one last weekend when I saw Derek Zoolander himself doing running sprints on a hiking trail in the Hollywood Hills.

By far, it was the best star sighting I’ve accomplished in a long, long time. He was sporting sunglasses, a Walkman, (I mean an iPod, no reason to needlessly show my age now is there?), and a baseball hat, and I still managed to pull it off.

He was running toward my friend and I, and I basically pushed my friend out of the way in order to give him a thumbs up. I know, I know. A cheesy-a*s thumbs up?   Not my best work, that’s all I can say. Afterward (of course), I realized the perfect thing to do would have been to run by him in fake-Zoolander fashion with a model look on my face. That way he could have seen what a great modelizer I am. He might be the best eugooglizer (you know, someone who gives eugooglies), but I take it home in the modelizing department.

Oh well, what’s done is done. It was the best I could come up with on such short notice. I shouldn’t blame myself. My friend didn’t do much better either with her “Heyy there” in a very “Hey you” type of voice. He replied with a quick out-of-breath “Hey”, which we were still quite impressed with. I mean, the man was doing running drills, and he still answered like a totally normal person.

As if the original corniness wasn’t enough, Ben turned around in the drill and caught my friend and I re-enacting the whole moment. I had my thumb out and everything. Nice.

Still, it was a shining moment. Only in my LA.