This is undoubtedly the best time for a Star Wars fan: one day away from the long-awaited premier of Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

A quick open letter to Mr. Abrams:

Our hopes and best wishes are pinned of you, J.J. Abrams.

You’re not giving us the finger, are you? – on no, that’s just your Johnny Mathis / Mark Greene Pose

The trailers are awesome and still give me chills when the Falcon sails into view spiraling through the sky in combat with Tie Fighters. The story hasn’t been told yet, though we have been teased well enough to know where it’s going. BB-8 doesn’t spout out vaguely(?) racist jibber-jabber.

I heard you on 60 minutes spelling out your strategy of limited CGI and real explosions to re-capture the magic of the original trilogy. Your wife seems to like the film and sounds convincingly like she’s not just towing the line for her hubby.

Bring it home J.J.

-Your fans

Seriously, this is the best of times. There’s no greater joy than that of expectation for something grand. Christmas Eve is always better than Christmas itself.

My family has tickets for the 7:30 showing tomorrow night – we’re not the first showing in the area, but we’ll be safely ensconced in the theater long before the premier’s audience is let out.

I’ve been debating about when to get tickets for a second showing and decided to wait to see if my wife is willing to come along for a repeat within the same weekend (I think there are still tickets available).

Perhaps there are still 1am tickets for Friday morning?

So, here’s to the ghosts of Star Wars past (Alec Guinness and Peter Cushing?), Star Wars Present(Hamil, Ford, and Fisher?), and Star Wars Yet-to-Come(Ridley and Boyega?). I wish all of you the best. See you tomorrow night.