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A Rushed Entry, Catchin' the Plane on Two Hours Sleep
The Lebowskites were out until 7 a.m. partying at the hotel... I could tell it was them (us?) by the intermittent yelps of Big Lebowski lines.
I guess that’s one of the biggest symptoms of this ‘kinship’ everyone mentions when I ask the question ‘why.’ It starts with a great movie, and a handful of friends who enjoy it. They begin quoting lines to each other, a sort of inside joke among buddies. But in the case of The Big Lebowski, that ring of buddies is thousands strong, and quotable quotes become more than that ... they become the most audible proof of a phenomenon that no one can quite explain, or quite understand. The only thing Achievers know is they’re in on the joke. 
Uncle Charlie, incidentally, took second place in the costume contest, losing only to the Pope, who, according to Walter, shits in the woods. The Sadies, Lucky Pineapple, and a few other great acts served as entertainment at Saturday's 'Garden Party,' as well as games like Bob for the Severed Toe and of course, bowling at the Executive Strike n' Spare Bowl.
I'm exhausted. But Lebowskifest is one part of Weird America that I think represents the niches in which anyone can fall -- and sometimes, flourish.
