Last Friday, as you well know, was when the Lebowski Fest West tickets went on sale. (No thanks to you lot for reminding me! Jackals!) Much to my absolute horror, I forgot my wallet. In swoops my buddy, Taube with casheesh and voila, I HAVE MY TICKET!
That makes Taube a true pal (which I already knew he was anyway). But here is why he is my hero: not only did he step in to make sure I had my tickets to go to my Mecca, but he bought himself a ticket so I would not have to go alone. Now it’s a road trip!
So, to my buddy Taube, I raise my Guinness glass.