So WHO’S EXCITED FOR THE NEW STAR WARS, YOU GUYS. I am, albeit with a soupçon of trepidation. Because, listen, I went on Opening Day to see The Phantom Menace in ’99. My boss let me out of work early and everything. When I left the theater, I could do little else but sputter indignantly for, like, three hours. I SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED AT WORK.
But honestly, I’ve geeked all over my desk at the trailers for this one, just like everybody else, and I have a deeply personal relationship to the franchise, just like everybody else, and I just want to go in and lose my shit the way I did when I was 6 and my mom took me to see A New Hope in 1977. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
I’m 45 years old today. Not gonna lie, not gonna joke about how great it is to be 29. I’ve got 45 well-earned years on me, and while I might have a few more wobbly bits than I did in my “salad days,” I think I’m still fairly smokin’.
Doll cakes were the rage when I was a youngster. I remember having one for my First Communion, but I don’t think I had one for my birthday, and certainly not during 8th grade. So here it is.