(This is also my #WritAWeek2018 for this week... and yes, I know, I'm still at least two weeks behind.)
After celebrating May the 4th the previous day, I went to a Mexican restaurant the next day, still wearing my Star Wars t-shirt. A pair of frat boys downing beers stopped me as I headed toward a table.
One said, "Don't you know Star Wars Day is over?"
"Yeah," said the other. "This is Drinko de Mayo!"
I said, "Oh, no-sa. To-dy eesa Jar Jar Binko de Mayo!"
They kicked my ass until the cops arrived. Next time, I'm saying "Revenge of the Fifth," even though I always quote Episode III's title for the following day: Revenge of the Sixth!