Well, I should begin with the fact the Mom, Slugo, Chisco, Ms Olive and I had dinner at the yummy Park Chalet, where Ms Olive insulted the live musicians by asking them if they were "Diego's Umbrella" the usual Tuesday night band. They weren't.
Then we headed over to the Blur to meet up with Gren. By the time we got to Blur it was just Ms Olive and me as the others had jumped ship. We found Gren chatting up half the bar (really just some guy and the bartender). We had a PBR in honor of the Dude. Some nice guy from Detroit came into the bar looking for some other straight bars on Polk St. We sent him over to the R Bar on Sutter and told him about Big Foot Lodge on Polk near Washington Street. Both great bars in our book!
We went over to Space Gallery for the party. It has some great inexpensive art pieces for sale. Ms O is vowing to go back on her next payday and buy something. She'll let you know when she does.
We got our $7 White Russians and headed upstairs where they had a dj, bowling and of course were screening the Big Lebowski. There were a few people dressed up as John Goodman's character, Walter Sobchak ("I told those fucks down at the league office a thousand times that I don't roll on Shabbos!") and others dressed as the Dude in his bathrobe. But the best costume was the guy who stripped down to his leopard bikini underwear and just mingled about. But I guess he either got too cold or too embarrased because he changed back into his street clothes.
Gren left us to meet Just So Jeff and we stayed as long as possible but it was a bit hard to see the movie or have conversation when the dj started. The space is just too small. But it is a cool place for a small party and the art is amazing.
-- B
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