Okay, this is a bit of a stretch. Not the best photo, but I can't go paparazzi style on these people. But if you look closely, you can see Quentin against the back wall. Just beyond the drunk guy toasting himself for getting group couch time with Quentin. We were all at Jon's house in Mexico for his 40th birthday. Well, some of us were. Quentin crashed this party after about 20 or 30 or us from Jon's shindig showed up at Quentin's Kill Bill wrap party down on the beach, thanks to Jon's friend Mike Karp, who knew someone on the production. When the booze went dry on the beach, the party moved back to Jon's place up on the hill. Thus the Quentin couch session. I'd met Tarantino once before, probably more. The one encounter I can verify was the time he lined up behind me near the men's room door at Ago in Hollywood. I proceeded to let him know that during my decade in Manhattan Beach I most definitely had a membership at Video Archives, the video store on Sepulveda where Tarantino famously worked as a clerk for 6 years. Just as we were getting into a rhapsodic remembrance about the late, great Video Archives, I got the conversational cock block by a pushy woman in pearls who couldn't help but interrupt to tell him how much she loved his last movie. Are you going to the Globes? You've GOT to go the Globes. Everyone gets drunk. It's sooooo fun. It's cool. We'll see you at Jon's birthday in Mexico, Quentin. Here's what the rest of you missed.
Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count.
NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it (firstname.lastname@example.org) along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)