this site needs more fabio

About a year ago, Anne and I were driving home down Santa Monica near Highland in Hollywood. It was the beginning of afternoon rush hour traffic, so when I saw a person waiting to make a left from a side street, I stopped to let him go across in front of us. See, I try to do nice things like that, because I believe the world would be a much better place if everyone made an effort to do little things, like hold doors open, let people with fewer items cut in front in the checkout, say “thank you” . . . things like that.

Anyway, I stop to let this guy pull out across in front of us, and Anne says, “Dude! That’s totally Fabio!”

“What? Where?!” I said.

“Driving the car you just let in front of us!”

I laughed, because Anne and I occasionally play the celebrity lookalike game.

We were silent for a second or two, and we both realized that that the car was a Bentley, and the driver was, indeed, Fabio.

“Oh my god!” I said. “It really is Fabio!”

Anne and I decided that this momentous occasion warranted an immediate and vigorous high-five.

Fabio waved his hand at me in the universal “thank you,” gesture, turned West onto Santa Monica, and drove into the Sunset. We continued East into our mundane, non-Fabio lives.

Way back when I was eighteen or nineteen, my friend Damion, who wrote and directed Neverland, stood in front of the Tower Records on Sunset the day Fabio’s CD came out, with a cardboard sign which read, “I need twelve dollars to buy the Fabio CD.” It took him about fifteen minutes to successfully panhandle his way into his own copy of Fabio After Dark.

(partially stolen from my own damn blog WWdN:in Exile)

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3 Replies to “this site needs more fabio”

  1. I saw Fabio a few years ago having a dinner/date at a Japanese restaurant on LaCienega with an unattractive girl with big fake tits and bad teeth. No high fives were involved in that encounter, though.

  2. The truth is that you see a lot more celebrities around if you squint and use your imagination a little. And don’t get hung up on the details.

    Caryn and I do this so much, that we had to come up with a code word for if we see someone and it’s *actually* them. We say they are with Ed Asner. Like, “Hey look! There’s Fabio! With Ed Asner!”

    This all started because the first year we lived in Los Angeles we must have seen Ed about 100 times. That guy was everywhere. He must have lived on our block or something and now his name will forever be tied with “no, really”

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