I’m a fan of ridiculous and random things.
So when I heard that Duane Chapman, from A&E’s reality show Dog the Bounty Hunter, was going to be in town signing his new book at Borders, I knew I had to me there, camera in tow.
Brandy, GL, and I decided to turn this past Tuesday night into an adventure. Our ultimate goal was to have our photo taken with Dog and his wife, Beth, but upon arrival we were told that there was no posing with Dog allowed.
This was only a minor set back. We were still mighty determined.
While the absurdly long line snaked through every aisle of the bookstore and out the side door, we ran around taking advantage of the prime photo ops (and the amazing people watching opportunities).
Dog was running an hour late, so we grabbed a beer at PF Changs
Dog didn’t arrive till around 10 o’clock, so we went on with the photos!
And then, there he was…
That hair! Oh that hair..
The excellent crowd…
Quite a jacket.
The body guard, Phil.
At one point Dog took a break, so we trotted around back and found him leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.
GL and I tiptoed up to him and asked for a picture.
“Not right now, ladies.”
Shot. Down.
Then a security guard comes over and tells us to “Please step away.”
While most people might consider that a failure, our laughter afterwards proved it to be quite a success.
We just got asked by security to step away from the bounty hunter!
We made our way back inside and decided to take our place in line.
Way at the end.
It was pushing 11:00 on a school night when all the sudden his wife Beth came around to say hello to everyone waiting in line.
The A&E cameras were rolling when she got to us.
I asked if I could take my picture with her very quickly.
Again:
Shot. Down.
But this time it was even better than before. She took that opportunity to stop and announce to the crowd that we couldn’t take pictures WITH her, but we could take all we wanted OF her.
So that we did.
Brandy & GL hop on in…
And so did our friend, Warren, who we ran into while there.
I got a high five!
And with that excitement, we left.
We never got our book signed nor did we care.
Plus, now we can return it and get our 20 bucks back.
All that fun and all it cost us was the price of a couple beers.
