All posts tagged: Star Wars

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Uh Oh… I want to “Share”

It’s getting annoying. TWD and I haven’t been in touch since The Handoff back in January. No drunken texts. No late night booty calls. No Facebook messages. No emails. Nothing. But sometimes I see funny things, or Star Wars things, or funny Star Wars things and I’m like “OMG, TWD has to see this!” I was at a coffee shop the other day and a man walked in wearing a cap printing with images of the solar system. It was ridiculous but my first instinct was to take a picture and text it to TWD. He would have cracked up. Especially if I’d added the suggestion that he purchase a similar cap in order to distract his opponents at his next Attack Wing tournament. Then I was driving home from work and saw a sign for Peter Nero and the Philly Pops. They’re doing the music of John Williams. The billboard even bore the official yellow Star Wars font (which I know is an official font because I used a meme generator to print iron-on …

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I’m Kind of Embarrassed to Admit This

So like I said on Wednesday, it gets worse.  Except this part is more embarrassing than anything else, and I’m the one who’s embarrassed. Little-Miss-Junior-Frappucino’s mother is all excited about the new Star Wars movies.  She’s never seen Star Wars, and she knows nothing about Star Wars, but she’d like to take Junior Frappucino and her brother to see them, provided that the films are age appropriate. (I’m not sure when age appropriateness became such a huge concern of hers, seeing as Junior Frap is waddling around in Disney Princess stripper shoes, but far be it from me…) She begins polling various coffee shop patrons about their thoughts.  She polls the baristas too and my friend Rich the dog walker. “Are they good?” she asks. Of course they’re good, I find myself thinking.  Why do you think Disney just bought the rights to the last three? “They’re great,” Rich the dog walker replies.  “Except for the prequels.  But Lucas has given up ownership on the last three so there’s a chance they’ll actually be decent. …

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Too Cool for Apple Pie?

Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls.  You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis?  The kind who love stories and stickers and the color pink?  The kind who think I’m cool and raise their hands in class to tell me they like my earrings? It’s not that I don’t like The Wedding Date’s kids (or mind the fact that they don’t notice my jewelry), it’s just that sometimes I wish they were six-year olds girls.  It would make life much easier.  Especially the holidays. I’m spending Thanksgiving Day with The Wedding Date’s family and on our way down to Hooper’s Island this past weekend I had what I thought was a brilliant idea. “We can make an apple pie!” “An apple pie?” “Yes!  Me and your kids.  And we can bring it to your parents’ for dinner.  Your mom will be so impressed!” “Nena…” “No!  We could do it!  Apple pies are easy.  Heck, I made them in college!” “I don’t doubt your …

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Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier

Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through.  It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the third installment of the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries. (Yes, we’re watching Jane Austen together.  It was part of the deal I made to watch Star Wars.) The only problem with the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries is that it’s rather long.  Six hours to be exact, and even though they’re six hours of Colin Firth goodness, a fictional Edwardian gentleman can only go so far in satisfying a woman’s a needs.  And I was hungry. “How do you feel about breakfast in bed?” I asked The Wedding Date. “Not good,” he replied.  Keep in mind this is the same man who practically had a heart attack when I tried to bring a Tupperware of cookies into his living room on our third date. But that was nearly a year ago.  Since then, we’ve worked up to wine on the coffee table, water on the nightstand and even popcorn …

The Gamer’s Girlfriend

In just a few hours, The Wedding Date and I will be on our way to Maryland.  It’s our first weekend away since we went to Boston back in January and considering how my schedule this time of year makes me want to kill myself (or at the very least quit everything in which I’m involved) I. CAN’T. WAIT. We’re going to my folks’ place on the Eastern shore and we’ll be joined by another couple—friends of mine—for an entire weekend of (wait for it…) GAMING. And hot tubbing. And drinking. But mainly gaming. I’m not really sure when I turned into a gamer. I suspect, however, that it all began when I agreed to celebrate Valentine’s Day at the movie theater.  Watching Star Wars.  In 3D. And although Star Wars isn’t strictly related to gaming, it’s a slippery slope. Granted, then term “gamer” should probably be reserved for an individual who knows how to play more than one game (which I don’t), or who has done something other than lose at the one game …

Okay Obi Wan, Now I Need Help

It’s happening.  Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went to the see Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. Not expecting to find myself particularly enamored of the film, I brought a bag of Cheez-Its, a sleeve of Girl Scout cookies and two miniature bottles of wine, one for me and one for The Wedding Date (give me a little credit).  I figured I’d need some way to entertain myself in case the official Hasbro Star Wars Fighter Pods which we’d received with our tickets weren’t quite as exciting as the website would have lead one to believe. We made our way to a pair of seats in the back of the theatre and that’s when the trouble started. There were kids.  Everywhere. And they were totally ruining the movie. I like kids but I do not like kids on weekends.  Weekends are for recharging, for eating chocolate chip pancakes with one’s boyfriend and for engaging in grown …

Mi Novio Nuevo

I’m proud to report that after two failed attempts I finally made it through Star Wars—Episodes V and VI!— which means there’s actually a chance I’ll get through The Return of the Jedi before The Wedding Date and I go see The Phantom Menace in 3-D over the weekend. (Yes, we’re going to see The Phantom Menace and no, I don’t think this is an appropriately romantic Valentine’s Day activity either but when I suggested going for his birthday instead, he got all quiet and sheepish and after much prodding on my part finally explained that if we waited until his birthday, we wouldn’t get the free collector’s edition fighter pod toy.) (And yes, he actually used the word “toy.”) As for other news, we had a little chat during dinner last night (which included six glasses of wine thanks to a gift certificate from my students) and after a rather terrifying preamble (“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about…”) The Wedding Date asked, “How do you want me to introduce you …

It’s Time to be Ruthless

I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted.  You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way.  But you must stay focused.  You must turn them down.  Ruthlessly.” He was one of my favorite professors (admittedly, this had as much to with the course material as it did the fact that I had a huge crush on him) and I never forgot his advice, mainly because I couldn’t believe he actually used the word “ruthlessly.”  Not when I was pursuing a double major in dance and history; I figured I’d be lucky to get a job.  Any job.  The only thing worse than majoring in dance or history would be majoring in English and trying to make a living as a writer.  (Joke’s on me, I guess.) At any rate, after last’s week Single Bridezilla segment and the unfortunate aftermath (in which I found myself being asked— on numerous occasions— if I couldn’t try being just a little bit crazier, or perhaps a little bit more single, because then …