Flying home from Tacoma, a good samaritan popped open the overhead compartment to help a shorter lady get her bags down. When he moved things, he just started to grin and hollered "Who has the light saber?!?" I immediately put my hand up. "Me! That's my nerd badge," and there was much hilarity.
This reminded me of a story my mom still tells:
When I was very small we were flying to or from visiting my family in Iowa. A woman boarded the plane carrying a standard-size kitchen broom. The whole plane watched her tuck it up in the overhead compartment and no one said a word.
At the end of the flight, she takes the broom down and is standing there with it, waiting to deplane. I cannot take it a moment longer. I blurt out "Mommy, why is that lady flying with a broom???"
Everyone on the plane burst out laughing, she stormed out without a word. A guy behind us patted my shoulder and said, "Oh, Honey, we've all been wanting to ask that!"
I like to think the woman would get a good laugh at my expense now.
Last year, at the stroke of Midnight, I dipped a piece of Chinese Bbq in hot mustard and rolled it in bacon bits to welcome the new year.
This year, we had to pause rehearsal of Syringa Tree at 8 to go outside to watch the fireworks being fired off a block away in Town Square.
And I still made it home in time for bbq pork and champagne. We launched off paper lanterns with wishes and set off a trunk load of fireworks Panty Rob bought.
Happy New Year!