- Participate in Force Friday by spending half my paycheck on Star Wars merchandise like a good capitalist fangirl.
- Played with my new Sphero BB-8
- Started reading Star Wars: Aftermath (initial reaction: wtf why no, and I’m not the only one).
- Paint my living room ceiling. (I almost have a house. Just five more rooms to paint, trim to install, light fixtures to install… so, okay, “almost” is a stretch.)
- Eat copious amounts of pancakes.
- Have a terrible migraine and take lots of naps.
- Play the board game Elder Sign with some friends. (It’s a cooperative game, but we lost because we’re bad at cooperative games.)
May the Fourth is my favorite holiday. Duh. The following are things I may or may not be doing today to celebrate.
- Lightsaber duel with dogs
- Stand in front of automatic doors and wave hand like a Jedi
- Read a Star Wars book or comic
- Watch Rebels
- Watch one+ Star Wars films
- Talk like Yoda all day
- Talk like Chewbacca all day
- Talk like Jar Jar all day (psych!)
- Wear sweater with embroidered X-Wings on it
- Purchase this awesome Mara Jade t-shirt
- Make dinner from the Star Wars Cookbook
…I could go on, but you get the idea. How do you celebrate May the Fourth?
I’ve always felt that Star Wars fans were one big family, but the weekend I just spent at Star Wars Celebration Anaheim reinforced that in a big way.
So many people went out of their way to be kind to me, and not for any particular reason. They did it just because.
Here are a few examples:
- I missed getting my badge for the Droid Hunt (a game that ends in a raffle and lots of prizes), so a member of the 501st Legion gave me hers.
- Some people I was in line with gave me a few pins (this happened twice).
- The folks at Del Rey Star Wars found me a pin I had missed.
- A tattoo artist was unable to do any work for me, so she gave me one of her prints instead.
- An author signed extra books for me as a thank you for purchasing his titles (as opposed to just getting the free handouts they had).
- Another author thanked me just for waiting in (a very short) line to get his autograph!
On Saturday we were packed into the exhibit hall like sardines, but I never saw anyone get pushy or impatient. Everyone I bumped into apologized to me before I had a chance to apologize to them.
Over the course of the weekend I spoke with people from all over the world about their travels, their favorite convention moments, and Star Wars in general—the thing that brought all of us together.
This was a convention in the truest sense of the word. We gathered for the same purpose: To share our love for a story that has crossed generations, bridged the gap between cultures, and taught us that we are all connected.