For the past two months, I've been in touch with a lady named Janet Boyd from Star Wars Insider about setting up an event here in Seattle.
She emailed me, asked if I could provide costumed characters for a "super secret event" with a "secret special guest".
So, I planned, got everyone ready, volunteered my apartment as a meeting and changing place, and worked hard to get everyone here on time and all that shit.
We're supposed to meet this Janet person at 5:30, and she's supposed to tell us what's going on. At 5:38, I was getting a little nervous that she wasn't able to find parking or something when my friend Jason runs in with a letter from her. He says, "Janet was just here, but she had to run back down to the Seattle Center to finish prepping for us, but she wants me to read the letter to the group."
I open the letter, read through a bunch of fluff, then get to the part where it says that we're to play a special role in the "Guest of Honor's" speech. when he gets to page two of his speech, shout,
-I turn the page-
"SURPRISE!!!!"
It was then that I realized and the letter told me that I had just spent the past two months talking to a fictional person, and setting up my own surprise birthday party. The gift, my very own set of white Stormtrooper armor that everyone had chipped in to buy for me.
I even had a cake that looked like a Stormtrooper helmet!
I'll post pics later, but that's why I wasn't at Roxy's bq show, because I was here, at my birthday party, getting smashed off of the booze that everyone brought in their costume bins.
Ugh. Talk about having someone duped.
She emailed me, asked if I could provide costumed characters for a "super secret event" with a "secret special guest".
So, I planned, got everyone ready, volunteered my apartment as a meeting and changing place, and worked hard to get everyone here on time and all that shit.
We're supposed to meet this Janet person at 5:30, and she's supposed to tell us what's going on. At 5:38, I was getting a little nervous that she wasn't able to find parking or something when my friend Jason runs in with a letter from her. He says, "Janet was just here, but she had to run back down to the Seattle Center to finish prepping for us, but she wants me to read the letter to the group."
I open the letter, read through a bunch of fluff, then get to the part where it says that we're to play a special role in the "Guest of Honor's" speech. when he gets to page two of his speech, shout,
-I turn the page-
"SURPRISE!!!!"
It was then that I realized and the letter told me that I had just spent the past two months talking to a fictional person, and setting up my own surprise birthday party. The gift, my very own set of white Stormtrooper armor that everyone had chipped in to buy for me.
I even had a cake that looked like a Stormtrooper helmet!
I'll post pics later, but that's why I wasn't at Roxy's bq show, because I was here, at my birthday party, getting smashed off of the booze that everyone brought in their costume bins.
Ugh. Talk about having someone duped.
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Kick ass mein. I'm jealous. Sorry you didnt get to meet jarjar.
Two months...wow. That is a cool ass bday party.
by the way "crappy birthday". This is a traditional bday saying back home.
see ya wensday, if I get my ID.
Ok so tonight. Nothing.
I sent a 2 messages; "Hey, I get off at 8, call me 253-347-033..."
"Hey I only got the intro to your message, talk to you later."
Not to be a childish highschooler, but She isn't the hottest gal I've dated, I want to get to know her because we have similar style (cloths), and I think she may have the same thought process (we might be alike).
So here I am all butthurt (sad/peeved) talking to you (still a treat), but I was going to put out tonight.
Thanks for listening.
[Edited on Jan 27, 2004 12:51AM]