This past Saturday was the Multiple Sclerosis Walk. I was very proud of myself. I raised $100. I earned a t-shirt even. Too bad MS Walk t-shirts are always, and I do mean always, ugly.
I forgot my camera AND my phone, so I was unable to take any pictures. I didn't think that would be an issue until the Stormtrooper walked by me. Yes, a Stormtrooper. Full get-up. I'm not really sure why this guy felt the need to be a Stormtrooper for the MS Walk, but he apparently did.
I didn't have a team or even a buddy to walk with. It made the time before the walk drag on for what seemed like hours. I'm not outgoing, so it's not like I was going to walk up to some strangers or Stormtroopers and strike up a conversation. By the time the walk actually started, I was bored out of my skull.
I'm not sure if it has something to do with having 3 small kids and lack of sleep and all that jazz or if I'm just going crazy as I get older, but at one point, as I'm walking towards the Clinton Presidential Library (which looks like a mobile home hanging over the river. For real... google it) staring at the back of a Stormtrooper, Twisted Sister's We're Not Gonna Take It came on the MP3 player and I almost, ALMOST, started singing out loud at the top of my lungs. Why should I care if people think I'm crazy? I'm walking behind a STORMTROOPER for Pete's sake.
Here, I saved you a Google.
