Monday, April 11, 2016

Star Wars: A New Generation

Of course, I had tickets to opening night of the new Star Wars Movie: Episode 7, a new old hope rises again in the empire, or some such. I don't recall the name. It didn't matter. It was the new Star Wars movie and that was all that mattered. As I did not want to go on my own for such a monumentous event I invited Hellion and the Jewish Cowboy (his roommate) to join me for the adventure.

Being that I was going on opening night I figured I'd need to get there a little early to stand in line. Granted, my tickets were for the 10:45 p.m. show, so I figured I wouldn't have to wait all day, but still, it would be good to be inline. To help with the madness I even took the following day off work so I could sleep because that is just how ridiculous this thing was going to be.

All I could think about all day was the show and finally, at 6, I was home, pre-gamed, and dressed in my most best recently made Star Wars dress which also glowed in the dark. It was fabulous. I went and hit the lines around 8:45 p.m.


At 8:45 p.m. the lines were three block from the theater. This seemed not only ridiculous but impossible, but I figured it was now or never. I called the Jewish Cowboy to find out where exactly he was, apparently on set and on his way. I just didn't want to have to wait in the damn line alone. Granted, I wasn't really alone, I was swarmed by people on all sides having all manner of conversation, most of which were entirely uninteresting.

What did catch my attention were the twelve year old buskers. These two clever kids had set up a racket. One was playing a saxophone. The other, was running a hat up and down the lines. They look to have been there all day. And what were they doing?



The sax player had a book of Star Wars theme music and would play random themes. Tune from the Cantena from a New Hope. Vader's theme, Luke's Theme, Laya's theme. He had them all. And for each tune his friend would run up and down the nearby line and collection tribute for the players. They reminded me of me when I was twelve and would rent Nintendo games off my front porch during big public parties that would take place in the lot behind my house. I gave him five bucks. It was the highlight of the night.






The Jewish Cowboy showed up and we held down the line until Hellion arrived. We were first in line for the theater and got the best seats. The movie was exactly what I wanted it to be. An old hope, a new hope, an empire striking back, and a jedi lost. It was perfect.


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Transitions

I am a woman in transition. 


This year, I will turn 40, which in and of itself is a bit of an oddness. This year already I have lost friends, icons, and love ones. 

For the first time in so long I can't remember it was last true I am entirely and completely single. 

There is a sense of isolation and of being on my own. This is terrifying to me. 

There is also a sense of joy and freedom and happiness that so many people I know are moving in new and different directions that are right for them, even if it means our lives are taking on different experiences and our paths may not cross again for a very long time. 

There is a sense of freedom. 

There is a sense of terror. 

I have too much to write about that has gone unwritten. The realization also that there is so much more to come. I'm bridging a world now of the old and new and looking at a generation totally different from mine to see what they know and understand, not as a teacher, but as a participant in living and life. 

The world is a strange new place. I'm fascinated by it. 
I'm terrified by it. 

I'm alone. 

I'm together. 

There are all these things.