And I promised my grandfather, on his deathbed, that I'd never be photographed wearing a donkey mask..
...but here is further proof that I'm a filthy liar. That's my associates and me at Lebowski Fest, the annual festival based on the movie The Big Lebowski. We won Best Group Costume! (The nice ladies dressed as Kahlua bottles aren't with us). We were "gold brickin' asses" from the line "Get your gold brickin' ass out of my beach community."
I'm the tall one on the far left, by the way. And is it really necessary to give the "bunny ears" to someone already wearing a donkey mask?
I'm glad we won, but these girls, the White Russians, got my vote.
I started drinking at about four p.m. and didn't stop for twelve hours. I drank beer at the pre-fest concert, bourbon in our hotel room, more beer and white russians (not the chicks, sadly) at the main event, and more bourbon at the after party. There's also a picture of me surrounded by hot Roller Derby girls. I was going to include it in this post, but my friend Alisha hasn't sent it to me yet and if I don't write about it now my old ass might forget it ever happened.
I don't have pictures of the afterparty, but suffice to say that is where my liver sustained the most damage. I danced, for the love of all that is rhythmless. When I dance I look like a quadruple amputee with an inner-ear infection.
After a night of drinking like Lindsay Lohan on New Year's Eve, we needed relief. Luckily for us, the Official Lebowski Fest Day After Party was held at the best place on earth to get breakfast, Lynn's Paradise Cafe. I had biscuits and gravy. It was so good Nicole Richie would have eaten it. Well, maybe not, but the food there is really good.
I had a great time and when I get more pictures maybe I'll post them.