Star Wars The Last Jedi attempt one failed. I didn’t even make it to my seat. Fortunately, the theater manager allowed me to trade my ticket for a later showing. M. stayed to watch the rest. I’m glad about that part because I prefer going to the movies alone. I did manage to exorcise some of the excess excitement. Attempt two is scheduled for Sunday.
I’m hoping to make it to my seat and remain there for at least twenty minutes this time. But if I don’t, it’s cool. The odds are good I’ll get as many attempts as I need to see the entire film. I wore my Star Wars Adidas sneakers, Levi’s 501 jeans with an R2-D2 patch sewn (by me) on the back pocket. Also, a General Leia Organa t-shirt, and my Adidas Star Wars track jacket, (it has Luke, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and C-3PO flying in a giant sneaker on the back.)
I got several compliments from both children and adults. Next time, I’m not going to do that, as I think the attention led me to psyche myself out and panic. But it was still nice to see people light up when they saw we have a mutual obsession. I’m off to read. 💜