Last night The Man and I laid in bed tangled in each other's arms, engaged in romantic, sexy pillow talk. Or, he listened while I spoke aloud my mental Halloween to-do list. Same thing.
Me: "I have to get green face paint. And some clothes. Otherwise I'll be a naked Yoda."
The Man: "But you have that cloak. I thought you'd just wear some clothes under the cloak."
Me: "Yeah, but they have to be Yoda-esque."
The Man: "Oh. I thought the cloak closed. Does it not?"
Me: "No. I mean, it could. But I'd have to tie it closed. And then I'd just look like Yoda in a bathrobe."
The Man: "Like Yoda Heffner."
Me: "Yes. Exactly."
The Man: [affecting a suave Yoda voice] "Why, yes. Thank you. I will have another martini."
I laughed, imagining the confusion I'd cause if I was walking around dressed as Yoda, but carrying a martini instead of a light saber... and wearing a bathrobe. And then I decided it was brilliant. Yoda on his day off.
Me: "Actually, that would be kind of awesome. We should have a themed Halloween party, where everyone dresses up in a bizarre mixture of characters."
The Man: "I think that falls into the standard 'take a regular costume and turn it slutty' category. Slutty Yoda. Slutty balloon boy."
More laughter ensued, along with a moment of reflection while I pondered whether it's too late to ditch my Yoda costume in favor of slutty balloon boy. Deciding balloon boy would require more effort that borrowing my son's existing costume, I returned to imagining Yoda as a ladies' man. Or ladies' jedi. Whatever.
Me: "It'd be great. Like Yoda in his college days."
The Man: "What would that be? Yoda in a half shirt?"
Me: "And short shorts."
The Man: "And roller skates. Yes! Roller Yoda!"
We chuckled at our cleverness. And then, the epiphany:
The Man: "Someone needs to do a production of Star Wars on roller skates."