again. weird. and sad. and a little bizarre.
At around 3:30 on the morning after Halloween, two dozen twentysomething hipsters linger at a loft party in East Williamsburg. The kegs are dry, but die-hard stragglers are still dancing drunkenly in the main room. Dave Summers, a 29-year-old grad student at the Bank Street College of Education and one of the party’s hosts, has dressed as a cloud for the night—his baby-blue T-shirt and baseball cap covered in dozens of white cotton balls. While several guests have come as Sarah Palin, one is in a furry yellow duck costume. Another is Bill Murray’s character from the 1980 film Caddyshack.
Suddenly, one of Dave’s guests runs over to tell him: “The real Bill Murray just walked in the door.”
from a cup of jo.
maybe he would come to harrisonburg if we asked.
so, that said, if bill murray shows up at my hipster party. i will blog about it. with photos.
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