“Walter, he peed on my rug.”
If that quote, or the title of this post, means nothing to you, I have two things to say to you.
Number One. Don’t waste your time reading any further, as the subject will have no meaning, and,
Number Two. You must have missed, arguably, the finest movie of all time, a film that “has become a cult favorite, noted for its idiosyncratic characters, surreal dream sequences, unconventional dialogue, and eclectic soundtrack.”
Last year, about this time, I caught wind of an upcoming event at a local bowling alley—called The Big Lebowski Party—which was organized around the theme of the movie, and was to celebrate its 10th anniversary.
The article announced that costumes were to be worn—and would be judged—along with bowling and, of course, the serving of the Dude’s daily drink of dereliction, the White Russian (otherwise known in the movie as a Caucasian).
It was noted that this local gathering was inspired—if not technically affiliated with—an international get together of like-minded Lebowski fanatics, known as the Lebowski Fest.
So, as the picture almost reveals, I grew and carefully shaved the appropriate facial hair, donned the applicable outfit, and then drove the back streets with my head down and darted from the car to the bowling alley, lest anyone I know see me dressed thusly, to join the other Lebowski groupies.
Yes, that’s me as Walter. I know you thought it was the real John Goodman, albeit slightly more slender.
(The Dude, on the other hand, has apparently put on some weight from all those Caucasians.)
And, due largely to a relatively small group of people competing in the Walter category—and quite possibly some very drunk judges—I actually won in my category.
The one picture shows a few of the other cast members portrayed in our gathering, including a very cute Maude, a ringer for Jackie Treehorn, some guy as The Dude, and some dude (small “d”) who I think is supposed to be Bunny.
Fast forward to an article I saw today in the Sacramento News and Review; the game is on again this weekend.
If you are unable to attend this particular event, there are yet a few more opportunities to celebrate this great movie.
Should you want to see what you are missing, here is a clip from a previous year’s event:
I will leave you with a couple of carpet related comments,
The Dude: “I could be just sitting at home with pee stains on my rug.”
Walter Sobchak: “That rug really tied the room together, did it not?”