A couple weeks ago on one of my hikes in Runyon Canyon, there was a guy, a very slender, gaunt guy standing by the benches at the top of the hill. He was wearing blue jeans and a red strappy nylon halter dress. He was seemingly a bit nuts and talking to himself - or maybe he was just practicing his lines for all I know. He said hello to me and Oscar and I saluted him. What else could I do?
Yesterday at the Runyon parking lot, as Oscar and I were arriving for a long hot hike, a girl of about 25 passed the car, having just finished her walk, wearing rolled up jeans, sneakers and a vintage sequined halter dress. I noticed some workers at a nearby house staring at her and one of them finally called out, "Happy Halloween!"
On our final ascent up the hard side of the canyon, we came across another young woman who was having a real hard time of it. She was stopping a lot, bending over, looking like she might not make it. Her friend kept doubling back to check on her. As I passed her, I smiled sympathetically and she smiled back and said, "That's what I get for doing this hungover." I replied, "The worst and best time to do it." But what I really wanted to say was, "That's what you get for doing it in FLIP FLOPS!"
Posted by nora murphy at March 12, 2005 10:04 AM | TrackBack