Earlier today, I hosted a Lego Star Wars themed birthday party for my new friend Rafa. I had to dress up as a Jedi Knight, a sort-of-generic Luke Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi amalgam, while wielding a blue Anakin Skywalker lightsaber.
I resembled what Jedi Knights might look like if they retire and stay out of action for a few years.
The whole night, the children, very loudly, kept calling me “Jedi Mikey”. “Jedi! Jedi!”, they’d shout, trying to grab my attention by challenging me to lightsaber duels, or to hand them their loot bags, or to reward them with prizes for games they didn’t win.
It felt pretty good. But it was not the highlight of the evening.