Halloween is one of the few days of the year where I can unleash my inner child and take a break from that responsible adult thing. The costume I choose is the key ingredient in this endeavor. I have been everything from a clown to Freddy Krueger. My goal has always been to be Darth Vader. The problem is I’m not exactly the tallest tree in the woods. Before we continue, yes, I know this is not a Star Wars blog. However, the first Star Wars comic book was published on March 8th, 1977 which is 79 days before the first movie was released so there’s your connection and besides, it’s my blog.
Darth Vader is my favorite science fiction character. I’ve often wished for the ability to force choke someone and have extended my arm in many a failed attempt to levitate the remote control. Vader’s influence has had a profound impact in my life and all I want to do is pay homage to the dark lord of the Sith. I gravitate towards the Star Wars section at the costume shop and I always try on the Darth Vader mask with the special breathing sound effects. My wife always says “just do it” when it’s so obvious what I am contemplating as I wield a plastic lightsaber in the aisle in a dignified manner while a five year old wearing a Boba Fett helmet looks at me like I’m the weirdo.
Friends have suggested I should dress up as Yoda if I’m so apprehensive about the height disparity. Hold the phone. I’m not an AT-AT, but I’m not an Ewok either. Truth be told, I have no quarrel with Yoda as he and my dog share the same name. The few extra pounds I’m carrying these days would make me look more like Slimer than the Jedi master himself. I could always say I’m dressed as Lord Helmet or better yet, Vader’s second cousin, Dark Vader. Maybe I will just man up and say ‘HELL YEAH I’M DARTH VADER” It all depends, can a short guy really pull it off?