Sunday, July 8, 2007

Dunst Hunting

As we were nearing the last leg of our journey, Erik and I found ourselves with nearly three hours to kill in LAX. To pass the time we engaged in our favorite LAX activity, namely arguing if the people are better looking in LA or in the bay area (each ardently defends his/her homeland). When we tired of this we moved on to obsessivley tring to beat each other's all-time best yahtzee scores (to be honest, it was Erik trying to top my legendary 417, while I relaxed, confident that my crown would defend itself.) Even this eventually grew tiring, but we lacked the motivation to come up with something else to do. Then I glimped her, our motivation, who, in this case, was dressed like Kirsten Dunst. We wanted to make sure, so we quickly tailed her, thinking we could head her off at the pay phone, but she slipped into the bathroom before we could accost her with our poperazzi gawking. Like good stalkers we patiently waited outside. I racked my brain trying to remember her hair color in the most recent celebrity tabloids, cursing myself for not recalling if she was one of those celebrities who bleached her hair out every summer. Then she emerged, and to our amazement, she wasn't Kirsten Dunst. Erik said, "she looks about as much like Kirsten Dunst as you look like Clair Danes.". I can't figure out if he was trying to make me feel better or worse. Then he scored 429 at yahtzee.

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