I was tempted Sunday to linger in Griffith Park and watch the sunset over the basin and Santa Monica Bay. Having neglected my flashlight (very bad practice for a hiker, btw), and with dinner-time hunger creeping in, I elected to return.
The walk down was just as scenic, with long shadows creeping their way over Glendale and a rosy pink glow catching the snow-capped peaks up in the San Gabriels. The view, on a remarkably clear day, left little to complain about.
At least, until I rounded one of the bends and came upon a young man and his girlfriend.
In and of itself, that’s okay. But behind my sunglasses, I could not help but to stare at his clothing choices. It was all I could do to keep my jaw from, quite literally, dropping.
To wit:
- Yellow undershirt
- Buttoned-up plaid shirt over
- Dark pale green jacket (straight outta the 70’s, folks)
- Pink shorts
- Flip-flops
- Aviator Sunglasses
Next to him walked his very cute girlfriend, dressed quite tastefully in a red collegiate sweatshirt and black pants.
I passed them, suppressing my gag reflex, and had only one thought on my mind:
“With fashion sense like that AND a girl like that, that frakker better be rich, or the universe has some ‘splainin to do!!!”
The GeekHiker 
As they say, it’s what is inside that counts.
snicker…
By: Gany on January 13, 2010
at 8:59 am
Awe, I love seeing fashion choices like that in the Hollywood area! Keeps things interesting.
I get more upset when I see people hiking in jeans (they don’t move properly for hiking!) and my bigger pet peeve is girls who go to concerts wearing heels. Seriously, if you’re going to be on your feet for several hours, WHY wear freaking heels! It’s not the prom. K, I’m done.
By: Mel Heth on January 13, 2010
at 11:56 am
Cool, it turns out, is inscrutable to those who don’t have it.
I mean, how is a faux hawk not absolute dorkwater territory? And yet that’s how all the cool boys are rolling these days.
Good thing you got out of there before dark. Hate to think you might have succumbed to the Curse of Griffith Park: http://english.glendale.cc.ca.us/curse.html
By: Phil on January 13, 2010
at 12:33 pm
Well, for one, you’re in LA.
For two, pics or it didn’t happen. 🙂
By: Derek (100 Peaks) on January 13, 2010
at 3:01 pm
Maybe he lost a bet … or maybe she lost a bet, it works either way.
By: Homer-Dog on January 13, 2010
at 5:09 pm
Flip flops? On a hiking trail?!
Doh!
By: absurdbeats on January 13, 2010
at 7:59 pm
Maybe there were in a reality show…
By: K on January 13, 2010
at 10:39 pm
Haha! Maybe she likes his wacky fashion sense. Like your use of “frakker” btw.
By: s'dizzle on January 14, 2010
at 12:11 pm
Flippy floppies are not good for any kind of serious walking. Unless your at the beach, and the sand is hot.
It does create a good opportunity to imagine what their story is. How did they meet? Why WAS he dressed that way? Maybe he’s a recovering addict and she’s his sponsor. Maybe they’re in LOOOOVE, maybe he got dressed in the dark. Maybe they were writing an article…. possibilities..
By: missmccracken on January 15, 2010
at 4:42 am
hmmm, a guy with no fashion sense…i’m shocked.
By: blakspring on January 15, 2010
at 6:58 am
Gany – Let’s hope so!
Mel Heth – Never could hike in jeans. It’s not the movement, they’re just too damn hot!
Phil – So, you’re saying I’m not cool? Thanks! I’ve heard of the curse, but does that mean I should skip full-moon hikes?
Derek – The idea of pulling out my camera to shoot them seemed… wrong. And a bit creepy.
Homer-Dog – Ah, but which one?
AbsurdBeats – I know, I know…
K – Darn, I forgot to look for cameras!
S’Dizzle – It’s one of my favorite words…
MissMcCracken – Yep, definite beach-wear. Well, next time you’re hiking with me in Griffith Park, I’ll let you ask them.
BlakSpring – LOL
By: geekhiker on January 20, 2010
at 9:23 pm
hahahaha!! I could almost picture this in my head you described it so well.
By: spleeness on January 21, 2010
at 2:22 pm