The Perils Of The Approach

On the first of three or four times Merrick and I got lost approaching Mt. Slesse, we were unsure which road to take to get up the Nesawkwatch Creek Valley. In the packing rush we'd (well, I'd) forgotten to bring the book or a map, it was late and dark, and we were lost. We drove by a bunch of guys having a bonfire and drinking from a keg sitting on the bed of a pickup truck.

We approach them and ask if they know where we need to go. They have no idea, but in an effort to be helpful they give us bad beta.

Then one of them says to me "hey, you look like the Sedin twins! Hey, Johnny, buddy here really looks like the Sedins, eh?!" Johnny and company agree. I was baffled.
"who?"
"WHAT!!?? OH MY GOD, YOU MUST NOT BE FROM VANCOUVER!!!!"
Realizing that it must be a player for the Canucks , I began to wonder whether or not I could get my ass kicked for not knowing this who this doofus is. My mind then wandered to whether or not the fact that I was with a cute girl made my situation less or more precarious.
"HEY JOHNNY, BUDDY HERE DOESN'T KNOW WHO..."
"uh, well, I just moved there. Anyways, thanks, guys for the advice, and we better get goin..."