I went to a fantastic outdoor screening at a friend’s house last night. He had organized a “Big Lebowski” party complete with White Russians and Sioux City Sarsaparilla. It was a great time. We sipped on the drink of “The Dude” and lounged on rugs-a-plenty (“All the Dude ever wanted was his rug back”). The party organizer, Adam, went as far as to costume himself in the role of John Goodman as Walter – all the way down to the beard (darkened with mascara) and the Air Force issue aviator glasses. It was an impressive likeness, but it didn’t impress the Jesus (“you don’t f***k with the Jesus”)
It was a good night. Now I’m off to write.
