Prince J and I had a date last night. As TW says, it was our dream date. Which isn’t quite accurate but close or maybe not so close if you ask the Prince. He was a little annoyed with me and will probably choose another date in the future – one who has more stamina than I do. Particularly when it comes to Star Wars.
The evening started well. The little kids were gone, gone I sayyyyyy hahahahhaha, errrr, yea they were gone and we were happy. Michelle was invited to join our date but she graciously declined and instead stayed in her room pacing the floor for 3 1/2 hours waiting for TW to come home. Perfect atmosphere – no little kids and Michelle quietly stewing upstairs.
We had the perfect meal. Grilled cheese and salt n vinegar chips and Dr Pepper (which has become Prince J’s favorite soda – he’s channeling Chris now that Chris has moved out?). After dinner, without little kids interrupting our fascinating conversation or TW asking ridiculous questions and expecting an actual answer, we moved to the living room. I unplugged the turtle’s filter because it is LOUD and then put The Empire Strikes Back into the DVD player.
This might actually be the perfect movie for our date night. “I am your father!” “Come to the dark side!” – two often quoted phrases in this house. Prince J and I both prefer the “bad guys” over the good guys in this movie. The Princess is an idiot and Lando Calrissian, well I can’t say what I think in mixed company but it has to do with male anatomy and a large dull knife… Luke is just a wuss and I have no idea why anyone would give that boy any power much less “The Force!” So yea, Prince J and I made fun of various characters, questioned the plot line and the cinematography.
And then it was over. And a great success. But here’s the bad part, the part that makes me old and lame. Prince J was all set to watch Return of the Jedi. I got queasy and a little pale and then turned green at the idea of trying to sit through another 2 hours of Star Wars. Errr sorry dude, I am old and we can’t stay up all night. My goal is to actually WATCH these, not sleep through them as I’ve done off and on for 20 years.
Prince J hmphed, grumbled about my age and how long it was going to take us to make it through four more Star Wars movies and shuffled upstairs to his room where I’m sure he opened some secret blog and ranted about me for hours to a bunch of 13 year olds. Or maybe he didn’t since I redeemed myself a bit by offering him a Krispy Kreme to make up for it.
Bummer you switched to snooze mode. ROTJ is best of the three, IMO. But then… I’m a SW groupie.
I think you deserve an A for effort Denise. My son, Joe, does the same thing to me….how many hours do they expect you to sit there and stay alert and attentive. My son thinks I can do it forever….and change those digits around from 13 to 31…YIKES. I rarely let him down…so I’m giving myself an A too.
I think you did great. And I agree with your character summaries. Enjoy Return of the Jedi. Better you than me.