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So, this morning, after a night without sleep (mostly by choice), I chose to go to Tim Horton's for some chocolate timbits and Second Cup for a hot chocolate. (Americans, think of it as if I went to Dunkin Donuts for some chocolate munchkins and then Starbucks for a hot chocolate. Only BETTER on BOTH counts.)
On my way home, after having gotten my timbits and heading towards the Second Cup... I pass by this guy on the street. This guy looks EXCESSIVELY familiar to me. And I stopped in the middle of the street to double-take when I realized who he reminded me of.
Neil Patrick Harris.
But not just any Neil Patrick Harris. Not Doogie. Not Dr. Horrible. Not Barney Stinson.
He was the near-identical double of HIPPIE!BARNEY. The clothes, the hair, the expression, the walk. It was EERIE.
This link is about as close as I can get to an actual screenshot from that episode.
This morning's moment of "what the...?" made possible in part by sleep deprivation, World of WarCraft: Wrath of the Lich King, Second Cup and Tim Horton's.
On my way home, after having gotten my timbits and heading towards the Second Cup... I pass by this guy on the street. This guy looks EXCESSIVELY familiar to me. And I stopped in the middle of the street to double-take when I realized who he reminded me of.
Neil Patrick Harris.
But not just any Neil Patrick Harris. Not Doogie. Not Dr. Horrible. Not Barney Stinson.
He was the near-identical double of HIPPIE!BARNEY. The clothes, the hair, the expression, the walk. It was EERIE.
This link is about as close as I can get to an actual screenshot from that episode.
This morning's moment of "what the...?" made possible in part by sleep deprivation, World of WarCraft: Wrath of the Lich King, Second Cup and Tim Horton's.
