Today’s dram: Glenkinchie, 12-Year-Old
Today’s tasting notes: Dunno. Haven’t tasted it yet.
Today’s thoughts: I love Star Wars.
Since I wrote about that life-long affection a year ago, I’ll focus on something else this time.
The salient point to bring forward is: I waited 32 years* to know what happened to those beloved characters. When The Force Awakens hit theaters two years ago, I was anxious as hell about seeing it, wanting to have hope, but fearing another heartbreak a la The Trilogy of Which We Do Not Speak.
I left that theater feeling renewed hope for the future. Of Star Wars, anyway.
Last year’s Rogue One was also good, but my excitement for a prequel, even a good one, will never match my interest in the futures of Luke, Leia, R2, Threepio, Chewie … and Rey, Finn, Poe, and BB-8.
Tonight The Empress of Whisky and I see The Last Jedi.
She enjoys the films, and we have had tremendous fun at the last two opening night events, but there is, shall we say, an enthusiasm gap. She would, for instance, be happy waiting as long as tomorrow(!) to see this film.
But she indulges me, even when, as it so happens tonight, the occasion falls on, for example, our anniversary.
Twelve years she’s been indulging me. That’s pretty good, no?
In celebration of which she gave me the whisky above, which is as old as our relationship. Pretty good thinking there. We’ll open the bottle tonight, at home, and discuss the movie over a dram.
Happy dozen, love!
Today’s note on sharing: I think it’s worth considering just how much better life is because we’re in it together. I do, in fact, consider this all the time.
Today’s toast: To my love: May the Force be with you, always. Me, too.
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* — If you want to be picky — and really, what Star Wars fan isn’t, to some degree? — I waited 32 years and seven months between the release of Return of the Jedi (May 1983) and the release of The Force Awakens (December 2015). That’s a long time with no Star Wars.**
** — No Star Wars. Nope. You imagined that other trilogy. You must have been on a bender. Bad you.
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