I think a story is in order.

First, I'm doing 3 costumes this year, because I hate myself. The first costume included this backpack, and was for a costume run. Of course, I was Luke training with Yoda on Dagobah. This made sense to me, since it was a trail run (typically through swamps), so I thought the costume would be classy, hilarious, and fitting. And I wanted an excuse for why I will never fuck anything but my hand ever again. Well, and maybe Yoda's backpack hole... but I digress.

Anyways, so I roll up to the costume run BY MYSELF, and walk around trying to find Travis (T-moneeeeeeeeeey), whom I was to meet there. All the while in this costume IN PUBLIC. I get eye-high-fived by children and their parents, and strange looks from people our age. Luckily, I shaved for the costume, so I looked probably not much older than a teenager, meaning the pathetic factor was reduced by an order of magnitude or two. Plus, there was a 40+ year old dude walking around in a Jedi costume, so I definitely wasn't the saddest sight to behold.

I finally found Travis right before the race started, and we start jogging along, which is tough, because I have a backpack and cargo pants on. So we're bullshitting, and at one point he mocks my slow running pace by trying to do a Yoda impression. I counter with a much better Yoda impression. I then comment that I will never get laid again to Travis, because of the nerd factor of the impression. At this point, a complete stranger turns around and says, "Actually, once you put that [costume] on, THAT was when you were never going to get laid again." I laugh, agree, and die a little on the inside.

I finish the race, and meet up with Travis and a few other people, one of who is an attractive woman (also, while waiting in line for the card collection at the finish line, I meet a dude, who approves of the costume... of course). We've met before, but she doesn't know what my costume is. So I have to explain it to her. Which is about the most depressing thing I've ever done. I wish I had a lightsaber at the time, so I could commit jedi seppuku (sidebar: wouldn't that be an awesome addition to the jedi code???).

Afterwards, I went home and carved a pumpkin with Josh, wine, Optimus, and Yoda, with the knowledge that the self-induced uber-nerdery of my life was going to prevent me from getting laid. EVER. AGAIN.