The Dude Abides

Today is my birthday, so technically, I'm taking the week off from Peanut Cheese.

But I think it's worth mentioning that we had some friends over tonight for a White Russian-fueled homage to one of my favorite movies of all time: The Big Lebowski. 

(Fans of the Coen Brothers may be amused to hear that the last time I mentioned this movie to my sister, she rolled her eyes and said, "Ugh! A bowling movie!" — which is a lot like complaining about Fargo being a police procedural.)  

The highlight of the evening — and possibly of the year — was when we ran out of milk for the aforementioned drinks.  

John had his shoes and jacket on and was searching for his bicycle lights when I looked around the room and saw eight people dressed in bathrobes (I wasn't joking when I said it was an homage) and asked "Why don't we all go?" 

Everyone looked around and shrugged and picked up their drinks and said, "Okay."  

I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that the Albert Heijn on Dalseweg in Nijmegen has never before been subjected to a posse of 8 bathrobe-clad physicist-types at 9:30 on a Monday night.

I'm not sure they really understood how awesome it was.