At ’90s night, we dance, we sing, we puke. We search for our former selves.
We make our way to the cafeteria on the second floor via elevator, which Nick uses as an opportunity to mess with unsuspecting museum patrons. As the elevator begins to lift us, Nick moves to the front of the car and places his face inches from the steel door. “Watch this,” he says. The door…… Continue Reading →
This incongruous juxtaposition is what fuels my interest for the remainder of the day. Just like it amused me to think about a pack of Storm Troopers emerge from their Honda Pilot earlier, I latch onto how entertaining it is to watch these fictional characters against the backdrop of real life. I snicker when Rylo…… Continue Reading →
After all this talk about costume accuracy, I’m confused about the guy at the table in the corner who wears a half-assed tunic and a pair of what is very clearly football shoulder pads. I’m not kidding – I can see where they say EASTON on the plastic. “Who’s that guy supposed to be?” I…… Continue Reading →
After a final makeup check and assembly of Nick’s double-edged light saber, it’s time to hit the floor. Patrons are already streaming into the main lobby; some of whom are clearly there for the Semper Force event; others whom are clearly not. An old man in a wheelchair and a camouflage hat halts his progress…… Continue Reading →
We arrive at the museum and I meet a few of Nick’s fellow Legionnaires in the parking lot. They’re all in their late 30s or early 40s and are, to my surprise, very normal looking humans. Aside from Nick, no one wears even the hint of a costume, most of them in jeans and hoodies…… Continue Reading →
According to the Census Bureau, the average American spends six hours per day pursuing a hobby or leisure activity. For me, it’s more like 24. You see, my entire life has consisted of a series of phases. I’ll develop an interest in something, learn about it, and then spend every waking moment incorporating that thing…… Continue Reading →