Who You Gonna Call?
- Mae Steele
For relaxing times…we went to the Bill Murray Invitational: A Bill Murray Art Exhibition and Golf Party. If the beginning of that last line seems confusing, don’t worry about being Lost in Translation; it will all become clear, so I Want You to continue reading please. The event, beautifully facilitated by Ezra Croft, was held at The Public Works SF in San Francisco. There were no Broken Flowers or attendees who felt Scrooged; rather there were numerous energetic guests, playfully costumed as Murray-themed characters, two floors of wall-to-wall art pieces that amazed, inspired, and truly captured the essence of The Man himself, two libation stations, a coffee corner, a live band (playing tribute songs from The Murricane’s films, of course), and several deft DJs. That night, The Public Works SF was where the Wild Things flocked and Where the Buffalo Roamed.This Larger Than Life celebration truly Rocked the Kasbah. What About Bob? Oh, he was there. And so were the Steve Zissous, Peter Venkmans, Herman J. Blumes, Carl Spacklers, and Phil Connors, as well as several of Mr. Murray’s leading ladies. There were even characters from The Royal Tenenbaums, Meatballs, Kingpin, The Razor’s Edge, and The Grand Budapest Hotel. The Man Who Knew Too Little about Bill Murray did not exist at this event because everyone seemed to embody his true spirit. With Friends Like
These, we were in stellar company! After a Quick Change into our evening attire, we were set. My forever-dance-partner, Phil Ko, looked devastatingly handsome, as always, dressed up as Bob Harris (a.k.a. Bill Murray), and I morphed into Charlotte (a.k.a. Scarlett Johansson), the main characters from Lost in Translation. For us, the costumes were a no-brainer, as that movie gives my heart all sorts of the feels and symbolizes my Phil Ko and I right from the get-go.
Whether masquerading as Murray or otherwise dressed to impress, all eventgoers appreciated the craftsmanship of the art displayed, were encouraged to Get
Low and boogie to Ray Parker Jr.’s Ghostbusters, and basked in the fascination of all things Murray. Picture a mass of Murray maniacs simultaneously belting out
heartfelt lyrics to Sonny and Cher’s I Got You, Babe, the delightfully repetitive tune that awoke Bill Murray from the tomorrow that would never come in Groundhog Day. That happened!
The art included crotched Steve Zissous, a The Life Aquatic motorcycle helmet, and numerous types of jaw-dropping portraits, including an impressive Last Supper print in which all seated at the table were Bill Murray characters and co-stars, including Punxsutawney Phil and the mischievous gopher from Caddyshack. Art could be admired, purchased, and photographed, so the gallery was hardly a Zombieland; it was quite the opposite, as crowds flocked all around and excitedly pooled near various displays. The Limits of Control were pushed, and enthusiasm was boundless.
Thank St. Vincent that I was able to attend this glorious soiree! Although Nothing Lasts Forever, I wish that this event could have because, yes, it was that amazing. That night, in the word’s of my beloved Bill Murray, “We came; we saw; we kicked ass!”
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