Went to see Star Wars, and wound up driving three freshman guys down to the theater. One of them, let's call him Andy, plays in the band, and had to come directly from a rally. This meant he was dressed in bright orange and yellow boardshorts, a plastic cowbow hat, and a shiny black-and-silver zebra-striped top that would have been skintight on a man two sizes smaller. His friend, who I'll call Mark, knew that Andy wouldn't have time to change, and decided to don a ard hat, work boots, and orange constuction vest, just so Andy wouldn't be the only one dressed weird. That kind of thing brings a tear to my eye, you know?
When anyone at the theater asked what they were dressed up for, both would answer simultaneously. "Star Wars."
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