I saw it in Rome on Wednesday, and … I don’t know how to convey this adequately, except to quote the one guy in the audience at the end

“That was ____ing AWESOME!!!”

I got on a VERY early bus from home on Wednesday morning, got to the City by ten, we took a cab to the (ridiculously tiny and out-of-the-way) theatre for the first afternoon show. I was almost bouncing up and down in the seat of the cab like a six year old kid in anticipation. We settled into our seats and the endless stream of cheesy adverts were agony.

Then the lights dimmed, and …

We were BACK.

The long wait, since 1983, was finally over.

The lady sitting next to us (Italian) and the friend I went with cried. I cried. We knew we were back.

I can’t tell you how great it was to be back on the Falcon.

When it was over, we went out the side exit, walked around to the front of the theatre and went right back in again for the next show. Haven’t done that since the first time I saw Raiders. Seriously.

I won’t give anything more away, but to say that the prequelsthatshallnotbenamed weren’t even referenced. It’s like it was all a bad dream that you can’t quite remember when you wake up.

Enjoy yourselves, nerds. Take a day off. Spend a few hours today and have some fun; just forget about everything else.

The dark days are over. The Force Awakens.

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