It's May the 4th and you know what that means!
It's Star Wars Day!
We begin our story in Vizzini the Hutt's lair...
|"Who goes there? Bring me something to amuse me!"|
Vizzini the Hutt, a known gangster (wanted in five systems!), was chilling out in his lounge with his pal Salacious Crumb.
|"Hey, Salacious, guess what I have?"|
It's Han Solo, frozen in carbonite! Ah! The relentless cruelty of that fiend, Vizzini!
Will anyone dare to break into Vizzini the Hutt's palace and save him?
|"Not on my watch! Look what I did to this fish who crossed me - I killed him!"|
But late one night, who should come creeping in...?
|"Um, I can totally see you creeping right there, Princess Leia."|
Leia, disguised in bounty-hunter garb, tiptoed past the sleeping Vizzini...shhhh...be very quiet...
|"You know I'm awake, right? I'm looking right at you."|
Leia slipped into the chamber where Han was being kept.
|"Seriously, I could call my guards at any second."|
Leia took one last glance before she rushed to her man's side...
|"Does she even know what I look like? I'm not a huge slug monster, you know."|
Suddenly she realized - Vizzini the Hutt had her trapped! She quickly wrapped her scarf around his throat.
|"Oh, no, you've got me. I'm so scared."|
He fought mightily as she tightened the scarf...
|"Couldn't we just talk this over? I have a lovely barge we could hang out on. We could have some drinks, chill with my pals..."|
The monster would pay for what he had done to Han!
|"Or you could just pay the bounty on him. I'd be cool with that."|
Finally, Vizzini the Hutt collapsed, motionless.
|"I'm totally defeated. You win."|
And now to rescue Han!
|"It's me, Han! Someone who loves you...'|
As the carbonite melted from his body, Han awoke, disoriented and temporarily blind from being in deep freezing suspension.
|"I...can't see! Who is that?"|
Leia assured him it would wear off...
|"Leia, is that you?"|
They embraced, reunited once again.
|"I'm so glad you're safe, Han."|
Never to be parted.
|"I love you!"|
The princess and the scoundrel.
And one final stomp...
|"Owwwwwwww...I didn't do anything!"|
And they lived happily ever after.
|"Happy Star Wars Day."|
- Jacket - Gianfranco Ferre, Spring 2003, consignment; last worn here (6th outfit) in February
- Sweater - Sonia Rykiel, consignment; last seen earlier this weekend (here)
- Pants - Lady Dutch, thrifted; last worn earlier this weekend (here)
- Boots - Matisse, consignment; last seen here in March with black velvet
- Scarf - gift from Mom, Italy