We begin with a funny story that took place the week following the 4th of July. My wife and I headed out to Caifornia to celebrate our good friends’ wedding in Pasadena and subsequently rented a car to drive up the PCH hitting Joshua Tree, Big Sur, Monterrey, Sonoma and San Francisco along the way. Midway through the week, on our Big Sur section, we stopped to eat at a random coffee shop (with a backyard that looks like the Ewok Village) when we experienced what appeared to be an all-time classic celebrity sighting.
As we sit there eating our lunch, none other than Flea walks in with his buddy and stands right beside us, momentarily perplexed as to whether or not the kitchen was still open or if they closed down for the slow period between lunch and dinner – siesta if you will. Not being the kind of person who attempts to chat it up with celebrities, I kinda just sat there dumbfounded trying to figure out if it was Flea for sure or not. My wife of course had no clue what was going on whatsoever.
It turned out that the kitchen did in fact close and Flea and his buddy turned around, hopped in his ride (a greenish Mercedes station wagon), and headed off down the windy coastal highway. I heard his voice briefly and that too sounded exactly like Flea’s, so I was pretty sure it was him, but still could not confirm it to myself nor my wife. It seemed too random.
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