Logan starts kindergarten tomorrow (Monday, for those late readers), and that is also the day I start back to work after this overly hot and sticky summer. I am going to be sad to be away from my son while he is at school and I am at work, but I look forward to a new group of students and finding different ways to mess with their impressionable high school minds.
Muah ha ha ha!
But really, I am not completely evil, just evil's distant relative.
My husband and I really wanted to make this last weekend special, so we planned an exciting long weekend full of action and adventure, firsts and lasts, and “awww!” inspiring quotes from the boy himself.
Randy (husband, in case you didn’t know…) took Thursday and Friday off of work to facilitate this weekend of excitement, and Logan and I enjoyed this extra family time together.
So our story will begin with last Thursday, the first day of the best summer weekend ever.
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Randy caught wind of this a long time ago, but only mentioned it a few weeks ago in his subtle-I-hope-she-approves-without-me-even-asking sort of way: Star Wars Celebration V.
That’s right, a once every two years massive officially Lucas Film sponsored Star Wars convention, and it was coming to Orlando. The nerds rejoiced.
And when I say nerds, I include my husband in that as well.
And maybe me too…a little bit. A little corner of my mind. Somewhere in the right frontal lobe….but just a smidgen.
So, yeah. This Star Wars Celebration convention thing. It was going to be here Thursday through Sunday, but only really hardcore (read: disturbingly, and perhaps compulsively, obsessed) fans go all four days. We checked out what was going to be going on each day, and decided that Thursday was the best option for several reasons.
Reason #1: Since it was a Thursday, it wouldn’t be as busy. Sure, out of towners are more likely to go all days, but locals wouldn’t go on a weekday. Unless they were taking a special day off. Like we were. D’oh.
Reason #2: They were selling special, limited edition memorabilia, and they happened to be things we already casually collect anyways; Disney pins and Hallmark ornaments.
Well, we had two reasons. Also, Friday was the open house for Logan’s school, Friday and Saturday were more expensive, and Sunday is church day. So, really, the only option was Thursday. Huh. Really didn’t need to list out reasons in order to create a rationalization, did I?
Have you ever been to a Star Wars convention? Have you? Imagine the greatest weirdness you have ever seen, add it to the idea of any amount of weirdness you haven’t seen, and then multiply that by a gazillion. Yeah. THAT is how weird it was.
There were costumes….oh boy were there costumes. The frockery ranged from chain store Halloween costumes to professionally created garments to craft projects from hell. There were slave Leias everywhere…in all shapes, sizes, and ages. There was at least one, ahem, mature slave Leia. Think about your grandma, then add about ten years. Yup. Mature all right….
There was also a scantily clad Ewok. Figure that one out.
The best part about this day was the fun the boys were having. Logan and Randy were just beside themselves, and Logan’s head kept whipping from side to side attempting to take it all in.
When we first got there, I saw a trooper thing walking in, and I pointed it out to Logan.
“Look Logan! It’s a storm trooper, or a clone trooper, or something like that!”
And Logan, acting more like a 13 year old middle schooler than a 5 year old not-quite-kindergartener replied,
“Moooooomy, that’s a clone trooper.”
What an embarrassing mommy I am. I can’t even tell the difference between a clone and a storm trooper!
I blame Randy.
Eventually, we did have to leave.
Logan pouted and whined.
Randy pouted and whined.
But we had kindergarten parent night at Logan’s new school, so the Star Wars celebration would have to end.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, the best weekend of the summer had begun.
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