You've never really dined until you've dined with an Emperor. And now we can say that we have DINED in PUBLIC with Darth Vader. He was really into Darth back in October for Halloween, but kind of traded that obsession in for super heros. But now, Darth is back with a vengeance. He dug out his costume and wore it all weekend. He begged to wear it to dinner on Saturday night and when I initially said no, these big crocodile tears came rolling down his cheek. I couldn't stand seeing him so heartbroken, so I gave in, because it really is just a costume. He wasn't asking for a tattoo or a piercing or to jump out of a plane. (But, if and when he does ask, I will tell him no, that he got to wear his Halloween costume to dinner, thereby rendering all future requests null and void.) So, we took Darth in all of his glory to Red's Icehouse on Shem Creek. We got lots of looks, a few chuckles and probably some head shaking. When the hostess asked us if there were three of us, Mark replied, "yes, 2 adults and 1 emperor." It went right over her head. She didn't crack a smile. Once we are seated, Finn looks around and says, "oh, I forgot my light saver."
This little episode brings to mind another one . . . many, many years ago, when my sister insisted on wearing her gold, ruffled Belle costume (from Beauty and the Beast, you know the one) over her jeans and sweatshirt and her click-clack plastic heels everywhere we went. The grocery store, the drugstore, to pick me up from school, you name the place and she wore the dress. I have also been guilty of going out decked out in various dress-up outfits, namely an old pink chiffon nightgown that had once been my mom's. When someone asked my dad why he took me out in public dressed like that, he responded, "you try and take it off of her." Oh dad, I now know the feeling!
Ready for our Sunday morning dog walk
On our way to Ace Hardware
At dinner
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