The World According to Marx Dudek

I officiated a wedding last Saturday!  My boss Cam and his sweetheart Matt tied the knot, and I was there to press my finger down on the laces for them.  The venue was absolutely breathtaking, and the gods of the grid smiled on us for the ceremony and reception - despite early hints of borkiness, went off with nary a hitch.  I was so honored that Cam and Matt thought enough of me to make me a part of their special day.

What a crazy-go-nuts weekend! Finished construction on the new building, and it looks gorgeous. The official name is Ungdomshuset, which means “youth house” in Norwegian and Danish. The name was selected largely out of symbolic solidarity for the original Ungdomshuset in Denmark which served as a meeting-point for many leftist groups from 1982 until its demolition in 2007. I have big plans for this little building, and I hope I can bring them to fruition. While no longer a cafe as such, coffee will definitely be on offer at all functions. Once we are a little closer to an official opening, I will announce it here. (The “U” will also serve as a residence for me and my flatmate, Darion Rasmuson. Meanwhile, I’m on the lookout for a small parcel of nearby land that might function as a proper residence.)

The Lounge of Dreams was the place to be this weekend, with “80’s Night” on Friday and “Red Night” on Saturday - “Red Night” kicking off a week of consecutive theme-nights based on the colors of the Gay Pride flag. I went as Joan Jett on Friday and was flabbergasted when I was voted “Best Female Costume”! Another surprise of Friday night was the presence of Pathfinder Linden, who doffed some marvelous costumes - including a member of Kraftwerk and Q*Bert. He clearly enjoyed his time with the Lounge crowd and plans to return!

I apologize to anyone who might have been on the receiving end of my OCD concerning the “U”. I’ve been obsessing over every little aspect of the building - right down to the seams in the ceiling. Some of the furniture I initially bought for the cafe might work - what I can’t use, I might put up for sale. If you’re looking for some low-prim furniture, I might be able to hook you up dirt-cheap.

Oh, and one odd thing to recount - I had my first direct experience with a griefer this weekend. Well, I’m not even sure he was a “griefer” as such. I was obsessing over minutia at the “U” when suddenly, I noticed a naked male figure in the room with me. He was wearing a ski-mask, brandishing something that could have possibly been a knife, and was - shall we say - “biologically deficient”. When I acknowledged his presence, he went into something akin to an epileptic seizure for about a minute and then teleported out of the room. (His name, for the record, was “Glynn Ivory”.) I’m almost inclined to label it “performance art for an audience of one”.