Day One of Lebowskifest here in Louisville is over, and it was a rousing time. Friday my bruddah Tommy and I drove from Nashville to KY to attend (Yes, he flew from Newark, NJ, to Nashville, and then drove with me to Louisville... because we are fools) along with friends Adam and Josh.

Friday night they showed a documentary on the whole Lebowskifest Phenomenon. Eh. Was okay. We skipped the band playing on the front lawn and ate dinner at an Irish pub downtown that doesn't know how to make fish & chips.

Brian Posehn did 40 minutes on the stage before the feature and did ok. He was obviously trying some new stuff and peppering in his old "rowdy crowd-pleasers". I didn't enjoy the majority of his set because we were treated to a loud, drunk, buffoonish oaf with an IN AND OUT BURGER T-shirt who decided to join his pals and stand RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF US.

This is a good time to mention the high level of douchebaggery that we observed at Lebowskifest this year. Now granted, I have only been to one previous festival, so my frame of reference is a little skewered. But the amount of dipsticks and college frat-boy Yeager Bomb-Sinking "Whoo!"-Shouting guys who sort of miss the mellow point of the whole festival is pretty prevalent, and it didn't seem as dip-sticky last year. According to my fridns Josh and Adam, this is a growing problem. They blame the plug Lebowskifest got in Maxim a few issues ago. Ah, Maxim... the magazine for men who want to be hip in public and metrosexual in life, but without the worries of all that nudity...

So to recap: we have been here a day and I am pretty much miserable with the experience. Which means everything is just about right and I am having a fine time.