Lebowski Fest has posted their photos. Lee and I can be found here, among the Prom Picture Gallery photos. We posed in front of the staircase backdrop from the Dude's Busby Berkley dream.
I'll be posting the photos Lee and I took, later in the week.
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Lebowski Fest Video Update
Here is the first Youtube Lee has located from the 7th Annual Lebowski Fest, and it actually has footage of me and Lee at about the 5'30" mark, immediately after a brief interview with an intoxicated Jackie Treehorn. I have a pic of me posing with this Treehorn, soon to be posted here...he was bowling in the lane next to us, and came all the way from California.
The videographer was very tall...I'd say 6'8". That's why the angle on many of the shots is downward.
He walked by, complimented my outfit and Lee's prop, chatted with us briefly and then whipped out the camera with hardly any notice. I think he did a good job capturing the ambience of the Fest.
The videographer was very tall...I'd say 6'8". That's why the angle on many of the shots is downward.
He walked by, complimented my outfit and Lee's prop, chatted with us briefly and then whipped out the camera with hardly any notice. I think he did a good job capturing the ambience of the Fest.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Is There A Ralph's Around Here?...Post Lebowski Fest: Sunday
We slept late, but still got down to the Sunday brunch by 10 or so.
The hotel brunch was the same as their regular breakfast buffet, only $5 more per head for the opportunity to enjoy some less than fresh fruit salad and roast beef...
There were a few Lebowski stragglers in the crowd, but no one we recognized.
After checkout we didn't really have time for anything else, so we went bowling one last time. The bowling alley was deserted, save for one family of four a few lanes to our left. I actually bowled a couple of decent games, 169 and 160, before fading in my last game. Lee spent most of his time experimenting with throwing a spinner, and his scores reflected it.
Our United flight out of Louisville was delayed, but we still got into Chicago in time to make our connection. I read the Louisville newspaper on the way over...I wasn't impressed with it.
At O'Hare I grabbed a Tribune, and I think it was almost as thin as the Louisville paper. The sports section really sucked, and other than an interesting article about a new device for treating cardiac heart failure (some kind of netting like those used to hold a dozen oranges) there wasn't much there.
Listening Machine Syndrome: On the ride to Providence Lee had the window; I was in the middle, I had an elderly woman to my right. We did not converse until we were 15 minutes out of TF Green Airport. She accidently slammed her Dooney & Bourke (sp?) handbag into me, then quickly apologized. Before you could say "tell me your life story" she had told me her life story. Born and raised in Connecticut. Undergrad at Central CT. Master's at U. of Arizona - a free ride. Loved Tuscon. Loves the West. Has friends scattered all over: Portland, Oregon. California, Utah, Arizona. Lives in eastern CT. Retired 1st grade teacher; but still helps out a few hours per week while she still has her wits about her. Just returned from 2 weeks in Tahoe. Flew in and out of Sacramento. Met a female friend; they drove to Tahoe rental; friend's family rented same house for 30 years. Kayaked; loved it. Now wants an inflatable kayak. Has traveled all over the planet: Galapagos (flew to Guayaquil, Ecuador, first, then onto the islands), Amazon River, China, India, Europe; every year a big long trip with a friend. Thinking about New Zealand, or an Antarctic cruise. Taught overseas, in Spain, Asia. One grandchild, a boy named Alex. Daughter lives in Shelton, CT, and is a midwife; son-in-law is a pediatrician or ob-gyn, I forget. At a hospital in New Haven. St. Raphael's. Brother's a retired doctor. She owns Pfizer stock; bought it at 15, sorry to see it hovering around 17 now.
As you can tell, this was pretty much a monologue.
Then we landed, taxied to the gate. As soon as the lights in the cabin came on, she turned her back on me, and leaped out of her seat...and never looked back in my direction again. I've experienced this syndrome before...people who treat you as if you are a listening machine that turns off automatically as soon as the plane connects to the jetway. I think it is kind of rude. My wife's theory is that people like her are nervous about the landing, and just talk through it rather than face it alone. Still rude behavior, though...
Picked up the Rodeo and was back at home by 11 pm. Lee continued onto CT, but not before demonstrating the rotating marmot for everyone.
And that pretty much wraps 'er up. So to speak.
The hotel brunch was the same as their regular breakfast buffet, only $5 more per head for the opportunity to enjoy some less than fresh fruit salad and roast beef...
There were a few Lebowski stragglers in the crowd, but no one we recognized.
After checkout we didn't really have time for anything else, so we went bowling one last time. The bowling alley was deserted, save for one family of four a few lanes to our left. I actually bowled a couple of decent games, 169 and 160, before fading in my last game. Lee spent most of his time experimenting with throwing a spinner, and his scores reflected it.
Our United flight out of Louisville was delayed, but we still got into Chicago in time to make our connection. I read the Louisville newspaper on the way over...I wasn't impressed with it.
At O'Hare I grabbed a Tribune, and I think it was almost as thin as the Louisville paper. The sports section really sucked, and other than an interesting article about a new device for treating cardiac heart failure (some kind of netting like those used to hold a dozen oranges) there wasn't much there.
Listening Machine Syndrome: On the ride to Providence Lee had the window; I was in the middle, I had an elderly woman to my right. We did not converse until we were 15 minutes out of TF Green Airport. She accidently slammed her Dooney & Bourke (sp?) handbag into me, then quickly apologized. Before you could say "tell me your life story" she had told me her life story. Born and raised in Connecticut. Undergrad at Central CT. Master's at U. of Arizona - a free ride. Loved Tuscon. Loves the West. Has friends scattered all over: Portland, Oregon. California, Utah, Arizona. Lives in eastern CT. Retired 1st grade teacher; but still helps out a few hours per week while she still has her wits about her. Just returned from 2 weeks in Tahoe. Flew in and out of Sacramento. Met a female friend; they drove to Tahoe rental; friend's family rented same house for 30 years. Kayaked; loved it. Now wants an inflatable kayak. Has traveled all over the planet: Galapagos (flew to Guayaquil, Ecuador, first, then onto the islands), Amazon River, China, India, Europe; every year a big long trip with a friend. Thinking about New Zealand, or an Antarctic cruise. Taught overseas, in Spain, Asia. One grandchild, a boy named Alex. Daughter lives in Shelton, CT, and is a midwife; son-in-law is a pediatrician or ob-gyn, I forget. At a hospital in New Haven. St. Raphael's. Brother's a retired doctor. She owns Pfizer stock; bought it at 15, sorry to see it hovering around 17 now.
As you can tell, this was pretty much a monologue.
Then we landed, taxied to the gate. As soon as the lights in the cabin came on, she turned her back on me, and leaped out of her seat...and never looked back in my direction again. I've experienced this syndrome before...people who treat you as if you are a listening machine that turns off automatically as soon as the plane connects to the jetway. I think it is kind of rude. My wife's theory is that people like her are nervous about the landing, and just talk through it rather than face it alone. Still rude behavior, though...
Picked up the Rodeo and was back at home by 11 pm. Lee continued onto CT, but not before demonstrating the rotating marmot for everyone.
And that pretty much wraps 'er up. So to speak.
Monday, July 14, 2008
The Bums Lost...Lebowski Fest: Saturday
As soon as we got up Saturday, Lee raced to finish his marmot. The cordless drill needed 16 hours to charge. By now it was ready. All we had to do was finish sewing the legs of the collie together to make it more linear, and trim the excess dowel.
Both operations went smoothly. A test spin of the marmot was a success!
I finished assembling my moustache, spray painted my hat white, and we left for breakfast.
The spray paint took nearly all day to dry.
Later that afternoon, we ran into Jim Hoosier, aka Liam, and he posed for a photo with Lee and I. A very nice guy - he couldn't have been nicer.
It was about 97 degrees and very humid, so Lee and I did the garden party in shorts. The afternoon garden party was an excuse to sell more beer and merchandise, but we enjoyed hanging out and listening to various bands play live music and chatting with other fans.
We ran into Dave and Matt from Calgary again. We had first met them Thursday night at the hotel bar. They had been drinking white Russians that night, natch. When I ordered a White Russian, as well, our cover was blown (Lee eventually tried the White Russian, and to my great surprise, he liked it. Lee is not generally very open to trying new tastes...it was a big enough surprise that he actually tried it. ). They are both toy store employees at Discovery Hut. They were happy to be in Louisville, as the Calgary Stampede is going on right now and no one shops in their store during Stampede, apparently. Now they were just hanging out at the garden party, as hot and sweaty as we were.
Back to White Russians: I'm not a huge vodka fan...so I stick to Sombreros.
There were various games to play, with proceeds going to Louisville charities. I played Toss the Marmot and won a pack of Nihilist Gum (slogan: It doesn't taste like anything). One game had been set up the night before...the Ringer Toss, which involved launching a bowling bag ringer at a mannekin Nihilist while sitting in the front seat of the rusty green Ford Torino Lebowski-mobile. I missed the Nihilist, my ringer going left of the target.
Around 7 we headed back to the hotel to change for the costume party at 8. The humidity was delaying the drying of my hat, so it was still a little tacky to the touch. The moustache went on easy enough with double sticky tape, but I could tell that the heat and humidity were going to be an issue all night, and I was right. I battled that moustache throughout the evening.
While standing in line for the costume party, I completed Round One of the trivia contest. The line got long, and you could see various Dudes, Maudes, Jesuses and Walters milling around. I never got called for Round Two, so I didn't make the cut.
The bowling itself was pretty awful...although the lanes are good as lanes go: modern, good wood, computerized scoring. Most Lebowski Fest folks don't know how to bowl, or understand bowling etiquette, so each game was painful to watch and participate in. But we had fun posing with other characters...many folks would walk by and tell me "I like yer style," and Lee and I both got requests to pose from other fans.
The bowling party attendance was probably closer to 1000 folks. There were about 300 or so people bowling at any one time, and lots of people in costume milling around. The alley had White Russian stations and also offered "Oat Sodas," aka Miller and Bud Lights.
I tried to pose with at least one of each type of character I could find...I posed with various Dudes, 2 Jesuses, one Walter, one Maude, one Saddam, 2 Jackie Treehorns, and a Brandt. Lee had a few folks yell "Nice marmot!" at him, so he was happy. And I ran into Jim Hoosier again, and he posed with me and a drunken girl from Indianapolis.
The Brandt (Adam from Chicago) bowled with us, and his friend Barry was a Jackie Treehorn. They disappeared halfway though our bowling match, and when they reappeared, they told us they had been interviewed by USA Today, so that was cool.
The costumes most in play for the trophy of Best Costume were based on wordplay...there were 2 women dressed like beavers carrying a cardboard picture frame. They would open the frame, ask you to pose with them, and voila, you were in a "Beaver Picture."
One girl walked around with a lamp shade on her head, feeding what appeared to be a large turd in a diaper using a baby bottle. She called herself "New Shit Has Come to Light."
One of the Dudes brought along his wife, who dressed as the never-seen-in-the-movie character, Larry's teacher, Mrs. Jamtoss.
Two lanes down from us a short swarthy guy was bowling and having his every move videotaped. It was apparently the host of the Food Network show Ace of Cakes, who had created a Giant Toe cake with White Russian frosting. I had a small slice after the crowd assaulted the cake; it was good. The episode will be aired in September, I was told.
All in all, a fun evening, with plenty of bad bowling, watery drinks, oat sodas, rotating marmots, and flash photography.
There was an "after party" from 1- 3 am at our hotel...Lee and stopped by briefly to check it out, but we didn't stay. We would have needed a lot more alcohol to enjoy that shindig, and we're not really party animals.
Both operations went smoothly. A test spin of the marmot was a success!
I finished assembling my moustache, spray painted my hat white, and we left for breakfast.
The spray paint took nearly all day to dry.
Later that afternoon, we ran into Jim Hoosier, aka Liam, and he posed for a photo with Lee and I. A very nice guy - he couldn't have been nicer.
It was about 97 degrees and very humid, so Lee and I did the garden party in shorts. The afternoon garden party was an excuse to sell more beer and merchandise, but we enjoyed hanging out and listening to various bands play live music and chatting with other fans.
We ran into Dave and Matt from Calgary again. We had first met them Thursday night at the hotel bar. They had been drinking white Russians that night, natch. When I ordered a White Russian, as well, our cover was blown (Lee eventually tried the White Russian, and to my great surprise, he liked it. Lee is not generally very open to trying new tastes...it was a big enough surprise that he actually tried it. ). They are both toy store employees at Discovery Hut. They were happy to be in Louisville, as the Calgary Stampede is going on right now and no one shops in their store during Stampede, apparently. Now they were just hanging out at the garden party, as hot and sweaty as we were.
Back to White Russians: I'm not a huge vodka fan...so I stick to Sombreros.
There were various games to play, with proceeds going to Louisville charities. I played Toss the Marmot and won a pack of Nihilist Gum (slogan: It doesn't taste like anything). One game had been set up the night before...the Ringer Toss, which involved launching a bowling bag ringer at a mannekin Nihilist while sitting in the front seat of the rusty green Ford Torino Lebowski-mobile. I missed the Nihilist, my ringer going left of the target.
Around 7 we headed back to the hotel to change for the costume party at 8. The humidity was delaying the drying of my hat, so it was still a little tacky to the touch. The moustache went on easy enough with double sticky tape, but I could tell that the heat and humidity were going to be an issue all night, and I was right. I battled that moustache throughout the evening.
While standing in line for the costume party, I completed Round One of the trivia contest. The line got long, and you could see various Dudes, Maudes, Jesuses and Walters milling around. I never got called for Round Two, so I didn't make the cut.
The bowling itself was pretty awful...although the lanes are good as lanes go: modern, good wood, computerized scoring. Most Lebowski Fest folks don't know how to bowl, or understand bowling etiquette, so each game was painful to watch and participate in. But we had fun posing with other characters...many folks would walk by and tell me "I like yer style," and Lee and I both got requests to pose from other fans.
The bowling party attendance was probably closer to 1000 folks. There were about 300 or so people bowling at any one time, and lots of people in costume milling around. The alley had White Russian stations and also offered "Oat Sodas," aka Miller and Bud Lights.
I tried to pose with at least one of each type of character I could find...I posed with various Dudes, 2 Jesuses, one Walter, one Maude, one Saddam, 2 Jackie Treehorns, and a Brandt. Lee had a few folks yell "Nice marmot!" at him, so he was happy. And I ran into Jim Hoosier again, and he posed with me and a drunken girl from Indianapolis.
The Brandt (Adam from Chicago) bowled with us, and his friend Barry was a Jackie Treehorn. They disappeared halfway though our bowling match, and when they reappeared, they told us they had been interviewed by USA Today, so that was cool.
The costumes most in play for the trophy of Best Costume were based on wordplay...there were 2 women dressed like beavers carrying a cardboard picture frame. They would open the frame, ask you to pose with them, and voila, you were in a "Beaver Picture."
One girl walked around with a lamp shade on her head, feeding what appeared to be a large turd in a diaper using a baby bottle. She called herself "New Shit Has Come to Light."
One of the Dudes brought along his wife, who dressed as the never-seen-in-the-movie character, Larry's teacher, Mrs. Jamtoss.
Two lanes down from us a short swarthy guy was bowling and having his every move videotaped. It was apparently the host of the Food Network show Ace of Cakes, who had created a Giant Toe cake with White Russian frosting. I had a small slice after the crowd assaulted the cake; it was good. The episode will be aired in September, I was told.
All in all, a fun evening, with plenty of bad bowling, watery drinks, oat sodas, rotating marmots, and flash photography.
There was an "after party" from 1- 3 am at our hotel...Lee and stopped by briefly to check it out, but we didn't stay. We would have needed a lot more alcohol to enjoy that shindig, and we're not really party animals.
Nice Marmot...Lebowski Fest: Friday
We spent the morning plotting our plans for the Saturday costume bowling party...after some deliberation, Lee decides not to dress up, but rather build a mechanical marmot.
The "marmot" scene in the movie is hilarious, of course. And according to the Lebowski Fest book "I'm a Lebowski, You're a Lebowski," the "marmot" in the tub was a stuffed animal mounted on a stick, rotated at high speed with a power drill. So Lee figured he might find a cheap cordless drill, a stuffed animal, and recreate the device.
I opted to dress as the Sam Elliott character and narrator of the movie, "The Stranger." So I needed to locate a white cowboy hat, a blue shirt, and a brown vest.
We found most of what we needed in the local WalMart, which I am normally averse to shopping in, due to the anti-union, anti-healthcare attitudes of management. But we also couldn't spend a lot on the costumes, in reality, so WalMart it was.
Lee got a cheap Black and Decker cordless for $20, a wooden dowel, a small brown and white stuffed collie or Sheltie, rubber cement and sewing stuff. I bought a cheap brown Panama hat for $10, a can of white spray paint, some brown ribbon for a hat band, and a long sleeve blue shirt.
The marmot needed some surgery. First, a hole in the nether regions to accomodate the dowel. Cement on the dowel, then insert through the newly minted canal . Then the limbs sewn together for streamlining. Lee darkened the white limbs with a black Sharpie. He placed his computer in its bag on top of the marmot to help the cement set.
Lee was pretty much done; I had two remaining issues: The Stranger has a large gray handlebar moustache and wears a brown leather vest. Cheap leather vests were nowhere to be found, but Lee found a ladies' sleeveless brown shirt in a clearance rack for $7 that I was able to strip down with scissors into something that looked like a vest from a distance. I then fashioned the moustache out of strands of gray yarn on top of a piece of gray cardboard, using the cement to hold it together.
Having successfully obtained our costume accoutrements and achieving the minimal task that was our charge, we went bowling.
Walking around the hotel following bowling, we could see that other fans were beginning to check in. Mostly young and geeky. And mostly men, though we saw several couples. I guess the demographic could have been predicted.
The Fest itself began later that afternoon at 6, kicking off with a hotel conference room screening of a new documentary called "The Achievers," a tribute to Lebowski Fest and its fans. It was nicely done, and Lee and I had arrived early enough to get decent seats.
The gates for the outdoor party opened at 8 pm, and Lee and I arrived around 8:30, in time to check out the merch table and buy some t-shirts and buper stickers. The party was held on the grassy area across from the bowling alley, and probably held 600 or 700 people. The musical act Pleesee-a-saur opened at 9. It consisted of an entertaining costumed guy dancing and singing in front of two small white screens that displayed changing images related to the songs. Think of a cross between Devo, Talking Heads, and performance art. I liked it. We both thought the music was too repetitive, though...every song sounded the same...techno-style disco.
Brian Posehn was the following comedy act. He was pretty good; crude, self-deprecating. I had no idea he was so big...6'6", and heavy. I may get his new CD.
The final event for Friday was an outdoor screening of The Big Lebowski. This Lee and I did not plan ahead for, so we were chairless, and blanketless. The yard was not that big, so we were forced to watch from the increasingly buggy edges of the property, and at a tough angle. By the time Posehn was wrapping up, we decided to hightail it back to the hotel. We ended up watching some the movie from my laptop and turning in around midnight. A fun day, though, and we are excited about tomorrow.
The "marmot" scene in the movie is hilarious, of course. And according to the Lebowski Fest book "I'm a Lebowski, You're a Lebowski," the "marmot" in the tub was a stuffed animal mounted on a stick, rotated at high speed with a power drill. So Lee figured he might find a cheap cordless drill, a stuffed animal, and recreate the device.
I opted to dress as the Sam Elliott character and narrator of the movie, "The Stranger." So I needed to locate a white cowboy hat, a blue shirt, and a brown vest.
We found most of what we needed in the local WalMart, which I am normally averse to shopping in, due to the anti-union, anti-healthcare attitudes of management. But we also couldn't spend a lot on the costumes, in reality, so WalMart it was.
Lee got a cheap Black and Decker cordless for $20, a wooden dowel, a small brown and white stuffed collie or Sheltie, rubber cement and sewing stuff. I bought a cheap brown Panama hat for $10, a can of white spray paint, some brown ribbon for a hat band, and a long sleeve blue shirt.
The marmot needed some surgery. First, a hole in the nether regions to accomodate the dowel. Cement on the dowel, then insert through the newly minted canal . Then the limbs sewn together for streamlining. Lee darkened the white limbs with a black Sharpie. He placed his computer in its bag on top of the marmot to help the cement set.
Lee was pretty much done; I had two remaining issues: The Stranger has a large gray handlebar moustache and wears a brown leather vest. Cheap leather vests were nowhere to be found, but Lee found a ladies' sleeveless brown shirt in a clearance rack for $7 that I was able to strip down with scissors into something that looked like a vest from a distance. I then fashioned the moustache out of strands of gray yarn on top of a piece of gray cardboard, using the cement to hold it together.
Having successfully obtained our costume accoutrements and achieving the minimal task that was our charge, we went bowling.
Walking around the hotel following bowling, we could see that other fans were beginning to check in. Mostly young and geeky. And mostly men, though we saw several couples. I guess the demographic could have been predicted.
The Fest itself began later that afternoon at 6, kicking off with a hotel conference room screening of a new documentary called "The Achievers," a tribute to Lebowski Fest and its fans. It was nicely done, and Lee and I had arrived early enough to get decent seats.
The gates for the outdoor party opened at 8 pm, and Lee and I arrived around 8:30, in time to check out the merch table and buy some t-shirts and buper stickers. The party was held on the grassy area across from the bowling alley, and probably held 600 or 700 people. The musical act Pleesee-a-saur opened at 9. It consisted of an entertaining costumed guy dancing and singing in front of two small white screens that displayed changing images related to the songs. Think of a cross between Devo, Talking Heads, and performance art. I liked it. We both thought the music was too repetitive, though...every song sounded the same...techno-style disco.
Brian Posehn was the following comedy act. He was pretty good; crude, self-deprecating. I had no idea he was so big...6'6", and heavy. I may get his new CD.
The final event for Friday was an outdoor screening of The Big Lebowski. This Lee and I did not plan ahead for, so we were chairless, and blanketless. The yard was not that big, so we were forced to watch from the increasingly buggy edges of the property, and at a tough angle. By the time Posehn was wrapping up, we decided to hightail it back to the hotel. We ended up watching some the movie from my laptop and turning in around midnight. A fun day, though, and we are excited about tomorrow.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Lebowski Fest Eve: Thursday
The Indolence in Manic Indolence means that we rarely post in real time, due to the amount of recovery required if substance abuse was involved, whether or not lawyers or accountants were consulted, and/or good ole procrastination.
Regarding Lebowski Fest, all three may apply.
Lebowski Fest Eve: Thursday, July 10
Our flight here to Louisville, via Cleveland, was smooth. The only TSA-related issue was that my bowling bag was confiscated for special examination. While the TSA lady was wiping my dark green ball for traces of C-4, I was frantically ransacking my memory banks for whether or not I had forgotten any potentially incriminating or weird items in that bag. My amateur bowling career ended around 1995, when the toll on my back became too much. I probably haven't opened that cheesy fake red leather bag more than 2 or three times since.
After it passed inspection, I asked the agent if my shoes were in there...she said yes. Which was a relief, as I generally avoid renting shoes whenever I can.
Lee and I checked in the Executive Inn, diagonally across a huge intersection from the bowling alley venue for Lebowski Fest. The hotel is going south, accomodations-wise. Old carpets. Funky odors wafting from the dark hallway corners. 70s decor. But our room is okay, and the event price was right: 85 per night.
Leaving the hotel to go to the Louisville Slugger Museum at 3, we actually ran into Jim Hoosier "Liam" as he entered the hotel for the first time, so our LF experience is getting off to a good start.
The museum was cool, too...watching how baseball bats were/are made.
Regarding Lebowski Fest, all three may apply.
Lebowski Fest Eve: Thursday, July 10
Our flight here to Louisville, via Cleveland, was smooth. The only TSA-related issue was that my bowling bag was confiscated for special examination. While the TSA lady was wiping my dark green ball for traces of C-4, I was frantically ransacking my memory banks for whether or not I had forgotten any potentially incriminating or weird items in that bag. My amateur bowling career ended around 1995, when the toll on my back became too much. I probably haven't opened that cheesy fake red leather bag more than 2 or three times since.
After it passed inspection, I asked the agent if my shoes were in there...she said yes. Which was a relief, as I generally avoid renting shoes whenever I can.
Lee and I checked in the Executive Inn, diagonally across a huge intersection from the bowling alley venue for Lebowski Fest. The hotel is going south, accomodations-wise. Old carpets. Funky odors wafting from the dark hallway corners. 70s decor. But our room is okay, and the event price was right: 85 per night.
Leaving the hotel to go to the Louisville Slugger Museum at 3, we actually ran into Jim Hoosier "Liam" as he entered the hotel for the first time, so our LF experience is getting off to a good start.
The museum was cool, too...watching how baseball bats were/are made.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Lebowski Fest Update
Lebowski Fest, Numero Seven, is this July 11 and 12 in Louisville, KY.
And we'll be there, my son Lee and I.
We have our Lebowski Fest tickets.
We have our Lebowski Fest hotel reservations: 89 dollars a night at the super convenient Executive Inn across the street from the festivities.
We have our Lebowski Fest airplane tickets, via Continental Airlines, provided they don't merge with anyone before then.
We just have to decide who we are dressing up as.
Will it be as nihilists?
Will it be as bowlers?
Will it be as Achievers?
These, and other Lebowski Fest details are yet to be worked out.
I think I'll light some incense, take a warm bath with my marmot, and mull it over a couple three White Russians.
And we'll be there, my son Lee and I.
We have our Lebowski Fest tickets.
We have our Lebowski Fest hotel reservations: 89 dollars a night at the super convenient Executive Inn across the street from the festivities.
We have our Lebowski Fest airplane tickets, via Continental Airlines, provided they don't merge with anyone before then.
We just have to decide who we are dressing up as.
Will it be as nihilists?
Will it be as bowlers?
Will it be as Achievers?
These, and other Lebowski Fest details are yet to be worked out.
I think I'll light some incense, take a warm bath with my marmot, and mull it over a couple three White Russians.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
7th Annual Lebowski Fest 2008
I have been to Kentucky once. I flew there in 1986 on my very first business trip, at age 27. Final destination was the General Electric aircraft engine plant in Evendale, Ohio, near Cincinnati. The local airport was/is south across the Ohio River in Kentucky, in a town named Covington. I haven’t been back since, though the thought of tramping around Louisville and checking out the childhood haunts of Hunter S. Thompson always had a certain appeal.
But now I will return to Kentucky this summer to attend the 7th Annual Lebowski Fest, July 11-12 in Louisville.
The Big Lebowski is my favorite Coen Brothers film. Attendees are expected to show up in costume. I haven’t decided if I’m going as the Dude, or as Walter. Walter is an angry person, and that level of aggression is hard to maintain. My everyday persona is much more El Duderino than Sobchak.
Perhaps I will go as The Jesus, though, and honor my Hispanic heritage.
In no case will I go as Saddam. I am relatively hairless in the facial department, and no amount of makeup could recreate the appropriate amount of faux swarthiness required.
But now I will return to Kentucky this summer to attend the 7th Annual Lebowski Fest, July 11-12 in Louisville.
The Big Lebowski is my favorite Coen Brothers film. Attendees are expected to show up in costume. I haven’t decided if I’m going as the Dude, or as Walter. Walter is an angry person, and that level of aggression is hard to maintain. My everyday persona is much more El Duderino than Sobchak.
Perhaps I will go as The Jesus, though, and honor my Hispanic heritage.
In no case will I go as Saddam. I am relatively hairless in the facial department, and no amount of makeup could recreate the appropriate amount of faux swarthiness required.
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