So there’s a lot going on in this picture. This is when Dora, my R2D2 cooler and I visited Foamhendge in Virginia. (Yep, it’s a Stonehenge replication made out of styrafaom).
When I was in college in Missoula, Montana, I entered a Star Wars Pepsi contest at least three times a day, every single day, for three months. I found out at the end of the summer that I was the only one who actually entered the contest. The punk-ass gas station clerks thought it would be funny to see how long I’d keep buying Pepsi big gulps just so I could enter again. With the exception of a long stay in my parent’s basement and a trip around the country on a Widespread Panic tour (where my friends made bank selling microbrews out of it in parking lots), this thing has been with me for ten years now. Actually, we were separated one more time when it was kidnapped back in 2001. It took many phone calls and lots of driving around Montana, but I finally found him in some random dude’s basement. R2 and I have been through a lot together.
Sooooo, after long, hard thought, I’ve decided it’s time to part ways. There are waaaay too many Star Wars nuts out there who will appreciate R2 more than me, especially in the comedy community in NYC. I will be auctioning R2 off at the The Hobo Show after party this Saturday. Half of the proceeds will go towards new tires for my move to New Mexico, the other half will be donated to The Moth (a non-profit that does amazing community outreach programs). I trust R2 will become someone else’s cooler or laundry basket, or best friend. Besides, I still have Dora.
For details about the show/party/auction, click here. It’s gonna be amazing!