Read This: The Dude Abides Edition
Good afternoon, everyone. Did you miss Lebowski Fest D.C.? The ever-intrepid Dan Zak was at Strike Bethesda bowling alley Tuesday night, and the scene sounds like a pre-Halloween Coen brothers theme party:
A half-dozen Dudes are throwing rocks by 9 p.m. They are identifiable by their shoulder-length hair, their wool cardigans or bathrobes, their goatees speckled with milky traces of White Russians. The Maudes are here, too, with their severe reddish bangs and monkish green capes. The Walters scream "OVER THE LINE," as is the Walters' wont. The Jesuses strut, as the Jesuses do. Creedence clatters over the sound system.
Elsewhere in Style: A record-breaking local art auction. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg are lending their Norman Rockwell collections to the Smithsonian. And Manuel Roig-Franzia explores what all wonks see but don't pay much attention to: the Whisper Brigade, that coterie of aides who are always leaning in to offer advice to their bosses in committee meetings.
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