She’s famous the world over for her work on screen; Princess Leia from Star Wars, When Harry Met Sally, and others.
She’s a New York Times bests long author many times over; Postcards From The Edge, Wishful Drinking, Delusions Of Grandma.
But, she will hold a special place in my heart not for this work, or any work at all. She is bi-polar. Oh, that’s not why she is special to me. No, it’s because she is so forward about her struggles. She’s not just another Hollywood starlet who go sober, and gave a list of condescending boo-hoos for us to feel bad for her about. No, she has in fact gone through a number of difficult things in life, but she chooses to laugh about them all. And, by extension by telling them, help us to laugh.
I tell this to help illustrate how much this weekend has meant to me. I won tickets to both the signing session at a local book store, as a VIP, and to her performance at a local theatre. When I met her at the signing I took three books. There was two copies of Wishful Thinking, and one of Shockoholic. One of the Wishful Thinking copies was for my oldest friend, a huge Star Wars fan, who has ill children. I told her about him, and she was genuinely interested and concerned. I then had to tell her a little story of something that happened that morning:
When I got out of the shower, the better half asked, “are you getting all clean for your queen?”. I replied with, “Hon, she was princess Leia, PRINCESS Leia.”. I then heard her say, “Isn’t she kinda like the queen of the nerds?”. Without skipping a beat I said, “I will accept her as my queen!”
Thankfully I got a laugh. It could have been ugly.
The next day, after her show, we happened to round the corner of the theatre while she was leaving. We waved, she smiled, we blew kisses, she saw. It was a moment shared that I’ll likely never forget.
I count Carrie Fisher among my heroes.