Soon I will leave my place and head north, then east, then north again, to get to Laurelhurst Park and join -- I hope -- hundreds of people waiting to follow Cort and Fatboy to the Bagdad and tonight's screening of The Big Lebowski.
Knowledge of relevant bus schedules? Check.
Caffeine in system? Check.
Longer hair than normal, plus a Van Dyke? Check. (It's as close as I can come to looking like Jeff Bridges.)