You’re goddamn right we’re living in the past

What's this "Day of rest" shit?

Lebowski DC began in 2003, when three native Washingtonians — quite possibly the laziest in Montgomery county, which places them high in the running for laziest in the metropolitan area — were too lazy to travel to Louisville for the official Lebowski celebration.

1st Annual DC Fest
The first Fest was a small affair, with the three creators (only one costume—The Dude), a handful of Caucasians, a 19” TV, and two games of bowling.

But the whole darn thing perpetuated itself, up through the ages, across the sands of time and, ah hell…

2nd Annual DC Fest: June 27, 2004
The second Fest was as hot as a trophy wife, to use the parlance of our times. Eight attendees, a mess of costumes, including Jackie Treehorn and a couple nice Walters.

If it had known they were coming, AMF Alexandria probably would have kidnapped itself. By the end, though, they learned to love us, and the guy working the lanes — who bore an eerie resemblance to the guy who makes the 7-10 split in the opening credits — gave us a shout-out. Bowling and oat sodas rolled into the late hours.

Just as they were for poor Donny, the stars were aligned for the 2nd Annual Festers, but in a better way. On that day, Bob Dylan played “The Man in Me” for the first time in almost two years — the only time he’d play it on that tour.

3rd Annual DC Fest: June 26, 2005
Year Three: Costumes included two Walters, two Strangers, a Dude, a Treehorn, and several what-have-yous. Bowling took place at AMF Shady Grove. Few beers, few laughs, a number of Caucasians. Attendance was eclipsed and there was talk of an upgraded venue and invitation list next year.

4th Annual DC Fest: June 10, 2006
I never seen the Queen in her damned undies, as the fella says, but I saw 10 Achievers gathered in a Bethesda house for the 4th fest.

This year’s group took costumes to the next level. They included usual suspects like Jackie Treehorn, the Dude, and two of Jackie’s goons. But Saddam, Liam, Brandt made their first DC Fest appearances, and the owner of the corvette and a Ralph-visiting Walter stole the show and took the prize: a bowling pin painted like the Jesus. Even the one person who didn’t dress up still donned an “In-and-Out Burger” hat.

Strike Bethesda was considered “very un-Dude.” But it was close-by, and three drivers took us to the lanes so we could, ah, keep our minds limber. And they were free-spirited enough not to throw us out after we broke not one, but two pint glasses within the first five minutes of our visit.