They sure do have some weird folks up in New York City. I like Star Wars as much as the next guy, but this is ridiculous.
On Wednesday night, walking down Prince Street, he grabbed a lightsaber from his loyal saber-smith, Jason Hoffman, and began leaping and spinning in the street and skillfully twirling the glowing rod, all the while dodging yellow cabs and attracting a crowd of passers-by.
“It’s more than just dancing around with a glow stick,” he said. “Your mind has to be one with your body when you’re swinging these things.”
Oh really? Because that seems exactly like what you're doing, bro.
Nothing attracts the ladies like a lightsaber, he said, but caution is required. Several months ago, Mr. Michael was passing around his custom $700 saber in his local bar on Myrtle Avenue, and while he was ordering a drink, someone storm-trooped right out of the bar with it.
Nothing attracts them like a lightsaber, eh? I'm pretty sure that bringing your toy light-saber to a bar is the equivalent of telling a girl on your first date how awesome living in your mom's basement is, because she brings you Capri-Suns, and cuts the crust off your sandwiches.