F & the Caucasian
Fatemeh sips on her Caucasian, aka The White Russian, in honor of The Dude. She and Colin and I went bowling in Alameda this afternoon as our own slacker tribute to LebowskiFest, which rolled through town this weekend, but which none of us managed to participate in along the way. Among the highlights of the event: We ordered three White Russians at the bar, and the bartender (who was incredibly sweet and was also the guy working the front desk and, well, pretty much everything else in the bowling alley) had to look up how to make the cocktail and, since he didn’t have half & half on hand, opened a kazillion packets of non-dairy creamer to pour in instead. The three of us had to try very hard not to look at each other while this was going on…it was a dangerous moment of impending laughter.