While I was in Orange County last month with Patti Fantaske, we had a literal run in with a guy in nothing but running shoes, speedo, and clown mask. We were so taken aback that we literally didn’t recover in time to take pictures. Later, however, hanging out on her balcony, we spied the same gent calmly walking past the condo. So here’s proof we weren’t drinking. Much. Those crazy Californians!
Frantically fumbled from my iPhone