I’m not big on the OOTD (Outfit of the Day) trend…mostly because my outfits are rarely noteworthy. But today I’m going to brag a little, as my shirt is pretty dang special and particularly fitting for what’s happening some 1,500 miles away at San Diego Comic-Con.
It’s Hall H panel day for Star Wars: The Force Awakens!
So what does that have to do with my shirt? Well, my shirt is an authentic TFA shirt from Star Wars Celebration—the story of my acquisition goes back to April 17, 2015. (no, this is not a glamorous photo)
After a good night’s sleep at the Alpine Inn we got up early and made the short walk to the convention center for Day 2 of SWCA. We arrived to find C-3PO himself, Anthony Daniels, greeting fans in the queue.
Our plan for the day included buying convention exclusives, enjoying the Carrie Fisher panel, meeting my blogger friend starwarsanon, checking out the cosplay contest and watching the premiere of Revenge of the Sith in 3-D.
Nabbing convention-exclusive swag was calculated and seemed simple enough: divide and conquer. As soon as the door opened at 10am, we were on our way to our respective assignments. Severus waited in the Hallmark line—no, working for corporate doesn’t get you out of waiting with the other lemmings—while I tackled the Celebration Store. Each of us had to wait some 25 minutes to get into the merchandising meccas, but the Carrie Fisher panel wasn’t scheduled until 1:30pm so there was no concern.
The concern began to bud when I decided to wait around for one of the elusive TFA shirts that were restocked only sporadically. Staff members were quite literally swamped each time they brought out a new rack of shirts, everyone hoping to get their hands on TFA. It was like a reenactment of the zombie swarm scene from the end of The Walking Dead pilot episode, only with slightly less blood.
Being the pushover that I am, I waited to the side of the trampling hoards and implored staffers as politely as possible, hoping that good favor might befall me. Finally a kind employee decided to hand out the shirts from a big box, ensuring that people didn’t grab armloads and prematurely drain the supply. And so, with coveted shirt in hand, I set out for the checkout line at 1130am. The line inched along with unanticipated sluggishness, moving mere footsteps over the course of each quarter-hour. The frustration morphed into anger as I mentally calculated the remaining time to reach my destination; anger melted to despair and finally urgency as I reached the cashier’s booth at 125pm. I was relieved to have conquered the line with mere minutes to meet Severus for the Carrie Fisher panel—thankfully, he had queued and saved a spot hours earlier. And my relief exploded into a rush of panic when I tried to enter the arena and was informed that they weren’t allowing anyone else inside. “But I have a seat waiting for me,” I pleaded. No luck.
In a desperate attempt to find another entrance, I came across a couple of other people with the same plight. They gushed about having to use the restroom and finding themselves unable to get back in; I played along. An usher reluctantly agreed to let us in and watched very carefully to ensure that I did, in fact, have a seat reserved. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I settled in moments ahead of the lights dimming.
Carrie Fisher, along with her lazy-tongued dog Gary, took the stage by storm. Ms. Fisher is an absolute live wire, spewing sarcasm and profanity and utter hilarity…though we enjoyed the raucous display they wrapped the panel a bit prematurely after she dropped the ‘f bomb’. Star Wars is, at its core, family-friendly and it was clear the organizers wanted to keep it that way.
After the panel, we caught up with my friend starwarsanon and her husband. It’s so much fun meeting online acquaintances in person! If you haven’t checked out her corner of the internet yet, please do—she’s a dedicated blogger, big thinker and absolute delight*! I also still owe her a Star Wars-themed Hallmark picture frame 🙂
*if only she weren’t a Patriots fan hahaha.
The cosplay contest was somewhat less impressive than I’d hoped, especially given the quantity of brilliant costumery we saw throughout the exhibit hall. Nevertheless, we had a mighty laugh when co-emcee Dee Bradley Baker mispronounced “crocheted” as “crotched”…you probably had to be there to get the giggles like I still do.
The night wrapped with a double-feature screening of Revenge of the Sith (3-D) and A New Hope (Special Edition 😡 ). The audience was a little noisy and the seats were pretty uncomfortable for 4.5 hours of sitting, but I LOVE seeing Star Wars on a big ol’ screen!
So that’s what Day 2 looked like. As always, if you’d like to see the rest of my photos, check out the shared album here.
Greetings, fellow Blog World™ denizens. Now that we’re a full 2 months past Star Wars Celebration (SWCA), I can safely assume you are probably already satiated from others’ musings. You can safely assume that I’m going to ramble on about it anyway, mostly because IT. WAS. AWESOME.
Severus super-surprised me with 4-day passes all the way back at Christmas 2013. Time crept ever so slowly until we finally hit April of this year and then everything kicked into lightspeed. Han’s 12-parsec kessel run would feel like a snail’s pace compared to how quickly the 4 days of SWCA flew by! So we’ll slow it down and take each day at a time with the blog posts.
First things first, we did not sleep on the concrete floor at the convention center overnight to catch the JJ Abrams panel. In fact, we bought our airfare well before the panel was even announced, let alone scheduled, so we didn’t stand a chance of getting there in time to make it to the main stage. Our flight arrived at LAX just after 7:30 am but a ridiculously slow rental car company ensured we wouldn’t make it to Anaheim until just before 10. That didn’t keep us from seeing the big Force Awakens (TFA) panel, though…kind of. We watched the live stream of the event on my phone. In the car. In a Burger King parking lot. And I cried like a little girl after they rolled the trailer.
Truth be told, I’ve gotten misty eyes every time I’ve seen the trailer. Every dang time—which is a lot considering I make a point to watch it frequently on Apple TV and we’ve seen it twice in 3D ahead of Age of Ultron. It’s so much better than I could’ve ever imagined, as it rings so true to the heart of the original trilogy. I’m going to be so broke when all of the merch hits stores Labor Day weekend!
When got to the convention floor just after the TFA panel wrapped up, it was pretty quiet. We passed a lot of people leaving, presumably to nap somewhere other than on concrete, which made the main hall very easy to navigate.
Because I was stupid or naive or just had residual clouded judgment from the emotional toll of the trailer, we didn’t take as many photos then as we should have. Instead, we walked around to get the lay of the land.
I promptly fell in love with the new TFA trooper armor that Anovos was displaying, only to find that it wouldn’t be available for preorder until later this year. Then I found some vintage toys that I wanted to buy, only to find that they were priced at least double what I was willing to pay. And so I kept my money for another day.
Day 1 also featured a panel with Emperor Palpatine himself, Ian McDiarmid. Never have I seen such a charmingly terrifying person. Truly, listening to him read an excerpt from “The Jedi Doth Return” is as satisfying as putting down a good scratch on a bad itch. But you don’t have to take my word for it…
To wrap up our first day, we visited The Force Awakens exhibit. Costume displays for Kylo Ren, Snowtroopers and Flametroopers were my absolute favorites; I’m so glad we got to see the details up close.
Obviously these pictures are just a first step into a larger world (Obi-Wan fans said “hey-o!”)—full photo album is up on my share site (here).
Coming soon to the blog, a look back at Day 2. Stay tuned!
I’ve never known a disappointing Christmas; this year was no different. And like most of my last 27 or so Christmases, this one had a decidedly “galaxy far, far away” flair. There were other gifts, too, among them clothes and DVDs (I love me some Bob Newhart) and some Catching Fire goodies.
The 31-inch Vader figure is courtesy of my parents—the knitted winter cap they found adds a nice touch, don’t you think?
Severus (whose name is changed to protect the innocent) supplied the rest. The Slave 1 is probably one of the best ship sculpts I’ve ever seen, and the vintage-inspired packaging makes me happier than Boba Fett disintegrating people. Well, maybe not quite that happy, but close.
In front of it rests a SW candy cane and some little food utensils. There’s also a Han Solo in Carbonite chocolate bar…most definitely some form of torture. How can you eat something that looks that cool???
Much to my husband’s chagrin, the HerUniverse Imperial tank top will perfectly showcase my tattoo when I get it later this year. Oh, and the “talking” Tauntaun gives me a good chuckle.
On the far left is the pièce de résistance. Unbeknownst to me, Severus staged a photo shoot with some of my toys and crafted for me a picture bouquet. The envelope sticking up in the middle? Tickets to Star Wars Celebration 2015!!! Talk about a huge surprise, we hadn’t even discussed going. Now I have about 15 months to prepare myself. 🙂
What cool Star Wars swag did you get this year?