Holy Shit. Pardon my swearing, but I endeavor to type the truth and that’s exactly what I said. The side of that head looked familiar.
Now, I know the picture is blurry. (Again I shake my fist at the the camera making sky and the Best Buy associate who told me it would be exactly what I needed.) Not to mention, I’ve been wrong before–there are Khotties where people nicely inform me I’ve marked so and so incorrectly–and then there was the time I thought Lenny Kravitz had come into the burger shack Thea and I were in.So here I make my case that that person in front of me, within arms reach–is Gary. Gary fromRunning Man who’d I’d later spend a big part of my evening taking covert pictures of.
I’d watched his stylist later that evening, spritzing him with a bottle and fixing the hair just so, so I consider myself an expert on his his hair style of the evening.
Look at how this DramaFever personality (not sure who he is, but he presented a couple of awards later that evening) can’t take his eyes off of this alleged “Gary”. As he has the full frontal view, of course he would know who he was, and because of that, would be staring at him, as I did later that evening.
The jacket. Gary wore a very distinct suit jacket that evening. See the stripes on the sleeve?
The placid expression.
Now if you’re not in the know, this may come across as boredom, or disinterest, but don’t let the blank face fool you. If you are a true Running Man fan, you know that this is classic Kang Gary–he’s not know as Calm Gary for nothing!
So, in conclusion, I believe I’ve submitted enough evidence to prove my case that, yes, I was standing right next to Gary and never even knew it. This of course also proves that I’m an unobservant idiot who not only deserves to have her press credentials stripped from her, but also her Running Man fan card.