Basketball star or Blind man?
So Emily, Nima (for those who care, Nima is a friend of ours that rents out a room in the house Emily lives in) and I went out to dinner last night in an effort to find new and good restaurants near where I've recently moved. On a side note, I'll get up the story soon of why I moved.
So we decided on a recommendation of a friend of mine at work that we would try this Thai restaurant/Wine Bar in Hillcrest. We had a 15 minute wait for a table, so we stood outside and watched the countless interesting people walk by. As we stood there talking, a relatively large 7 foot man walked out from the resturant patio with his black labrador retreiver. Navigating around us with a low sounding "scuse me", Nima looked at me and said, "Is that Bill Walton?", with a surprise and wonderment in his eyes that you'd only see on a 7 year-old at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. "Yeah, it is", I replied, as Nima slowly started to drool from the corner of his mouth. Nima, being from Boston, and Bill Walton, having played for Boston, resulted in some kind of unspoken bond and Nima's need for human contact with a living NBA legend. As Nima literally chased after Bill, I laughed and watched, and Emily made the following comment: "Why is he going after that blind guy?". "What?" I asked in confusion. Apparently, Bill Walton's manner of walking, combined with the fact that he had a black lab on a short leash, led Emily to the conclusion that he was just a large blind man walking down the street. So I explained to Emily who Bill Walton was, and why Nima was so excited to see him. She didn't care much about it, but we both thought it was pretty funny that Nima tailed Bill Walton straight down the street for about 3 blocks before actually catching up with him to shake his hand. So when he got back and we got seated, we had a great dinner, and Nima made and received calls for the next couple hours to tell his friends about who he saw. However, every phone call went something like this:
Nima: "Dude, you'll never guess who I saw tonight at the restaurant we're at.........no, not Rick Flair...............no not Bronson Arroyo......ok I'll just tell you, Bill Walton."
And so it went. But nevertheless, an exciting night for all. And now we know where Bill Walton lives, and it happens to be in a gay neighborhood of San Diego. Who knew.
So we decided on a recommendation of a friend of mine at work that we would try this Thai restaurant/Wine Bar in Hillcrest. We had a 15 minute wait for a table, so we stood outside and watched the countless interesting people walk by. As we stood there talking, a relatively large 7 foot man walked out from the resturant patio with his black labrador retreiver. Navigating around us with a low sounding "scuse me", Nima looked at me and said, "Is that Bill Walton?", with a surprise and wonderment in his eyes that you'd only see on a 7 year-old at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. "Yeah, it is", I replied, as Nima slowly started to drool from the corner of his mouth. Nima, being from Boston, and Bill Walton, having played for Boston, resulted in some kind of unspoken bond and Nima's need for human contact with a living NBA legend. As Nima literally chased after Bill, I laughed and watched, and Emily made the following comment: "Why is he going after that blind guy?". "What?" I asked in confusion. Apparently, Bill Walton's manner of walking, combined with the fact that he had a black lab on a short leash, led Emily to the conclusion that he was just a large blind man walking down the street. So I explained to Emily who Bill Walton was, and why Nima was so excited to see him. She didn't care much about it, but we both thought it was pretty funny that Nima tailed Bill Walton straight down the street for about 3 blocks before actually catching up with him to shake his hand. So when he got back and we got seated, we had a great dinner, and Nima made and received calls for the next couple hours to tell his friends about who he saw. However, every phone call went something like this:
Nima: "Dude, you'll never guess who I saw tonight at the restaurant we're at.........no, not Rick Flair...............no not Bronson Arroyo......ok I'll just tell you, Bill Walton."
And so it went. But nevertheless, an exciting night for all. And now we know where Bill Walton lives, and it happens to be in a gay neighborhood of San Diego. Who knew.
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