Some Things Are Meant To Be

The universe works in strange, mysterious and wonderful ways.  

For some reason, I didn’t buy tickets to Celebration VII in Anaheim.  I kept stalling and saying it wasn’t important. But let’s be honest, me not going to the world’s largest Star Wars convention just doesn’t make any sense. None what-so-ever. Everyone saw it but me.   My wife had been bugging me for months to go, but we don’t get a lot of vacation time together and I felt guilty going.

We have annual passes to Disneyland and had planned to be in Anaheim the last day of CVII and spending a few days in Disneyland. In the early hours of last Sunday, I received an email from Rebelscum.com announcing that I had won a full event pass to CVII.

I tried to not get too excited.  It was a week before the event.  There was no way we were going to find a hotel close by.  The hotel we had booked was at the north end of the park.  Not close to the convention center at all.  So I decided to see what was online and I found a hotel a block away that had a last minute cancellation.  I had a cancellation clause on my current hotel room.  Everything seemed to be falling into place.   

So next weekend, we’re leaving a few days early and I get to go and be part of the world’s largest Star Wars gathering. To say I’m excited would be the understatement of the century.  I’ve wanted to meet Mark Hamill since I was three. I have waited thirty-seven years. It’s time.  

Yours giggingly,

CWC