We met up at the studio again, in costume but with no clear plan in mind.  I made the plan to head to Casino, where we found a cozy table on the patio and downed a few drinks.  Not content to let the evening slide in the cozy confines of my fabled stomping grounds, we headed up Sixth Street - where we were met with a mass of costumed revelers, creepy men with video cameras, and  snaked our way up a block to Lovejoy's. 

It was at Lovejoy's I ran into the Dude - a far out and spot on Jeffrey Lebowski in the flesh.  Apparently, his Lebowski knowledge was a little less than what it should have been, as I spit out lines from the movie at a furious pace as Julia was setting up the shot, and the Dude would have delayed chuckles and trouble with standard Lebowski replies.  A good costume, but so-so execution. 

I was torn about heading out on my own and just sort of disappearing for the night, and nearly escaped at one point.  The alcohol wasn't going down smooth nor having much of an affect, and my seemingly tired bones were aching for some drunken misadventure.  Laura seated herself next to me, and we began chatting up a storm, the flood gates opened, and a new level of comfort was hit.   

We did hit the road shortly after though, heading over to Jackalope, with a buzz on and a gorgeous woman in my arms.  After a few more drinks, I missed the part about the clocks falling back, and even with the extra hour of drinking, we were surprised and ready for more when 2am officially arrived.

Of course, It was officially Halloween as well, but we all scurried home, rested up, and had no idea what was in store for us on Sunday night...

The Dude Abides.
Napoleon: 'Sweet'

Take a look at some of the action as it went down: