I’ll admit – when my daughters rushed into the room shrieking that daddy was taking them to a Star Wars parade – I was skeptical.
1) They were excited about it. Up until that point they thought Star Wars was nothing more than a Lego set in the part of Toys ‘R Us they’d yet to venture into.
2) It was being hosted by our local library.
3) My husband was behind it. You see, back when he was my boyfriend, he somehow convinced me that there was going to be a Disney parade down Broad Street in Philly on my birthday. The details are a bit foggy. Like why I believed him, why I cared, and why I left the apartment with our best friend to see it. Needless to say, the only parade that took place that day was our best friend dragging me back across town to my own apartment after I’d realized that my boyfriend was actually throwing me a surprise party. Me. A surprise party. And the biggest surprise? He got drunk and I got embarrassed. So embarrassed that the next morning I convinced him that he took his gun out during the event and pointed it at all of our friends. Actually, it’s impressive that our relationship survived the Disney parade.
Anyway, back to the Star Wars parade. Since I wasn’t invited to go with them, I kept my suspicions to myself. Because really, what did I care?
And yet I’m still kind of sad I missed it because the events that followed were really funny. Especially after a few drinks at a SpeakeasyDC event. (Yeah, it’s true. We love ourselves some SpeakeasyDC.) But I’ll let him tell it to you. My recaps never really do him justice.
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