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I recently attended a showing of The Big Lebowski at my local beer-and-movie theater, which led me to the following conclusions:

1. The Pacific Northwest is ground zero for reasonably accurate Dude lookalikes.
2. After spending three hours sitting next to a guy dressed like the Nihilist from the dream sequence (complete with giant scissors!) I can safely say a red jumpsuit looks good on no one.
3. Drunk and watching Lebowski in a crowded theater?